Labels: No Idea Records
Review by: Damien Mills
Dare you read this review? Do they really sound like Finch now? Are you worried it might not be cool to care?
So fresh from the post Ataris tour, “internet-outrage” people seem to be quite suspicious of this band, it’s motives and the new material. However I can say muscially at least, very little has changed for PMFS, infact this is probably some of the harshest, darkest stuff they have done and they have certainly not mellowed out or gone ‘pop’.
When you first put the record in the first song definitely leaves you wondering what to think and defies (my)expectations of some explosive re-emergance, being as it is fairly slow and has picked acoustic guitars but somehow still manages to be quite bleak and murky sounding. From then on however it is business as usual as the old saying goes, painful sounding throaty vocals and loose raw guitars thrashed about with the odd, slightly more delicate moment thrown in. Formulaic possibly, but if you are already a convert then you might not even pick up on this.
One of my favourate things about PMFS was always the lyrics, genuinely poetic and dark without ever being pretentious or embarassing, and happily this remains the case.
Overall a pretty decent record, infact if anything a little harsher than the last full length which seems to be the pattern of thier existence, maybe in ten years time they will sound like Bastard Noise but for the time being I’m happier with shouty, throw yourself about punk stuff…