Showing posts with label Lydia Lunch. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lydia Lunch. Show all posts
Saturday, 27 February 2016
Erasing Tossed Guerillas Forever
Jesus - Guerilla Toss know how to fry minds. On their new album Eraser Shoegazer, the Boston noise nihilists aren't as brazenly abrasive as previous releases - instead embracing the groove, jazz inflections, disco rhythms and r'n'b textures just to set them in a paint-mixer and leaving the door open, the contents a manic kaleidoscope of frenetic abandon. It's all in that bass - thick, sinuous, suggestive - what are we getting here? Then we have Kassie Carlson - an unhinged vocalist somewhere caught between Screaming Females' Marissa Paternoster, Deerhoof's Satomi Matsuzaki and Lydia Lunch. You have the funk desiccation in a Soviet-era arcade game that is 'Grass Shack'; the contorted cowbell mania of 'Diamond Girls', like Tortoise trying their hand at calypso on ketamine; the minimal maximalism in tribal percussive repetition, scratched and ratcheted guitar, chants and yelps (underlaid by an insidious synth hook) on the excellent 'Perfume'... Guerilla Toss are a band both artful and anti-art; performance, mantra, idiocy, id. I have always loved the insanity that the band has brought to their music - but with Eraser Stargazer, they have made it addictive, a dance bomb. Bring it on. Pre-order the album in clear green through DFA Records here.
Monday, 11 June 2012
Hardcore Girls = Night Of Joy

The cool cats over at Hot Congress Records have recently put out the debut album for Colorado spazzniks Night of Joy, Hardcore Girls Are A Hoax. It's a frenetic listen, cramming twelve tracks, with names like 'Cool Runnings', 'Marge Simpson' and 'John Candy', in under 25 minutes. The trio sound a bit like the spastic energy of Deerhoof and lo-fi punk whimsy of Trash Kit if harnessed by a bunch of gutter punks headed by a safety-pin-riddled Lydia Lunch. What? Really, Valerie Franz's vocals has the right balance of grit and gravel, whilst the band pendulums between angsty about-turns and weightless whimsy. Bree Davies' bass is so awesomely chunky, whilst Fez Garcia is electric behind the skins. Exciting album from an exciting band. Check em out now.
Night Of Joy - John Candy
Night Of Joy - Marge Simpson
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