World War 4 is back! That is, Sam from Cobwebbs and Police Force infamy. The hip-hop beats that he does in his spare time float out in the ether without much recognition - and this needs to change. These blasted compositions HDD warped stabs into the unknown, finding abrasion in the ambiance, finding space amongst the rubble, finding static in the dead air, yet always with a lack of sincerity or alacrity. The whole album is throwaway yet hypnotic, a narcotic wormhole, and WW4 dares you to care, the track list from start to finish is 'Bad', 'Worse', 'urgh', 'Who Cares', 'Awful', 'Horrible', 'Trash', 'Turn This Off', 'This Sucks', 'I Hate This', 'No Good', 'Why Are You Listening?', 'Whatever' and 'I Don't Give A Fuck'. Maybe you should.
Showing posts with label World War 4. Show all posts
Showing posts with label World War 4. Show all posts
Wednesday, 6 April 2016
World Wars Are Trash
World War 4 is back! That is, Sam from Cobwebbs and Police Force infamy. The hip-hop beats that he does in his spare time float out in the ether without much recognition - and this needs to change. These blasted compositions HDD warped stabs into the unknown, finding abrasion in the ambiance, finding space amongst the rubble, finding static in the dead air, yet always with a lack of sincerity or alacrity. The whole album is throwaway yet hypnotic, a narcotic wormhole, and WW4 dares you to care, the track list from start to finish is 'Bad', 'Worse', 'urgh', 'Who Cares', 'Awful', 'Horrible', 'Trash', 'Turn This Off', 'This Sucks', 'I Hate This', 'No Good', 'Why Are You Listening?', 'Whatever' and 'I Don't Give A Fuck'. Maybe you should.
Friday, 15 August 2014
Throwing Gold Shade On World War 4
Sam Wightman and Roland Hlavka have a lot of time on their hands. Not content to have second LP WORLD WIDE WEBBS out (through Sonic Masala Records no less - get at it here), the duo are involved in a myriad other projects. The most prolific of those is Hlavka's solo outfit Barbiturates (often with Cobwebbs drummer Elliot D'Arcy at his beck and call), whilst Wightman's Police Force continues to get better and more malignant. Yet there are other, more festered outlets for these boys to let the demons out (these guys have a hard drive of material that may never see the light of day), and Canberra-based label Moontown Tapes has seen fit to give undead life to two of them. A split that is fused through communal spit and unease, the cassette opens with Wightman's World War 4 - and first track 'X-Ray Visitor' is the cleanest thing I think he has ever committed himself to. Drone crawl from the bottom floor, invading the senses, hip hop beats and lysergic treats for the narcoleptic dranker in us all. Then there is Hlavka's Gold Shade, a even more twisted chemtrail of an excursion, burning across the ozone like a VHS nightmare in neon chrome. 'Super Survivor' could be a Not Not Fun banger hit of the apocalyptic summer. Yes, these guys are in too many bands. Yes, they are all varying levels of awesome. Get this now - it's too good to ignore.
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