Showing posts with label Frank Black. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Frank Black. Show all posts

Tuesday, 28 April 2015

Darting Below Empty & Westward Bound


I mentioned Melbourne quintet Darts back in 2012 with their Habitual Slack EP - you can read and listen here. Well they are back, brandishing the sharp-edged debut album Below Empty & Westward Bound (out May 15 through Rice Is Nice). It's twelve tracks of undulating  rock angularity and ambiguity - wavering levels of arresting shouting, wailing and punching through stringent rhythms and an unhinged vocal performance from Angus Ayres. His Frank Black-meets-Isaac Brock whites-of-the-eyes delivery is pretty great. From the punching Iggy Pop swagger of 'Commanche', the swirling pseudo-surf-punk of 'Geek', the Pixies-cheek (with angelic keys in the quieter moments) of 'Push Me Thru' right down to the mariachi drumroll opening 'Dead' and the latter-day Modest Mouse narcissism of 'Solitary Refinement' (currently my favourite track). There are more generational connections of course, with the breathy brood of single 'Aeroplane' found me thinking of theredsunband and the Kelly sisters, albeit in a less shadowy realm. There are other 90s staples licking at the edges here - I even felt a Shudder To Think shiver in the bottom end (that could divide the crowd...). The album is ushered out with 'My Darling Bendingo', a tremulous yet emotive fadeout that was a curiously downbeat yet uplifting end... Such a juxtaposition sounds ridiculous, but its that off-kilter ramble and frission in friction that makes Below Empty & Westward Bound such an enticing prospect.


Darts are supporting Alpine on an Australian tour in June which sees them sweep through the southern end of the country alongside another great lil band Pearls. They will be launching Below Empty & Westward Bound just before that in Melbourne at The Shadow Electric, Saturday June 20. Hopefully heading north thereafter.


Thursday, 16 June 2011

Unsure Of Marine Predators

There's a little Brooklyn quartet called Shark? who have just released their first album, True Waste (produced and recorded by Pere Ubu bassist Tony Maimone, and available on their Bandcamp here). The first track I heard off it was 'Shark?', and the Pixies influence here is astounding. I would imagine such aping could be sacrilegous, if it wasn't done as well as it is here. I can see why they call fellow New Yorkers Mr. Dream brothers in arms then. Especial the vocals - can you get any more Frank Black without turning into Black Francis himself? Possibly, but Shark? are giving it a good shake. Though Im not sure why they are so unsure of their own name...

Shark? - Shark
Shark? - You Don't Love Me (Anymore)

Saturday, 16 October 2010

A Bad Dream In Any Language

Brooklyn's lovers of NES and purveyors of sleazy slop Mr Dream are back again, in lieu of their forthcoming LP Never Elaborate, having already impressed with their No Girls Allowed EP (get it, plus all Mr Dream gear, here). This track sounds like Frank Black doing a Jesus Lizard cover, and has much the same sweaty charm/sleazoid mania. Apparently these guys gig on a rare basis, which is strange as they appear to be tight - there is definite cohesion beneath the shambolic approach. Whats more, Nick Sylvester has worked on The Colbert Report, runs his own zine, is writing a novel...a creative maelstrom! I really like these guys, and cant wait to see what the upcoming album will launch.