Brisbane's bent trio Bent are following up debut release Non Soon with a self-titled 7" on Moontown Records - and they have totally upped the ante. Four jagged shards of post-punk, keen on atonality, brevity, and cheeky chaos. 'Skeleton Man' has more bristling intent than past sounds, courtesy of Glen Schenau's nerve-wracking frayed fretwork and Skye McNicol's octopi-in-tantra drumming. The focus is still Heidi Cutlack's broken vocals, roping around in cut-glass whispers and banshee wails, the bass thick and unwieldy yet intent on providing a sinuous frog-march to the edge - the cracked laughter pushing things over. 'Where's The Fire' simple in its tightly-coiled implosion - no need for smoke when the intensity is burning within. 'Sock Holes' is reined in, a quiet moment of wasted sweatbox ennui, with bruises, stains, holes and tears along the seam. When Bent are so broken, why fix it? Grab Bent here.
Wednesday, 27 January 2016
Skeleton Bent Around Moontown
Brisbane's bent trio Bent are following up debut release Non Soon with a self-titled 7" on Moontown Records - and they have totally upped the ante. Four jagged shards of post-punk, keen on atonality, brevity, and cheeky chaos. 'Skeleton Man' has more bristling intent than past sounds, courtesy of Glen Schenau's nerve-wracking frayed fretwork and Skye McNicol's octopi-in-tantra drumming. The focus is still Heidi Cutlack's broken vocals, roping around in cut-glass whispers and banshee wails, the bass thick and unwieldy yet intent on providing a sinuous frog-march to the edge - the cracked laughter pushing things over. 'Where's The Fire' simple in its tightly-coiled implosion - no need for smoke when the intensity is burning within. 'Sock Holes' is reined in, a quiet moment of wasted sweatbox ennui, with bruises, stains, holes and tears along the seam. When Bent are so broken, why fix it? Grab Bent here.
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