Labels: Drag City
Review by: Alex Deller
This is an odd release, and one that borders on a lot of things. Catchy. Funky. Poppy. Greatness, as well, maybe? Like it’s been constructed from scraps and swatches of different material that have been obsessively collected over time and then carefully put together. One of those sculptures or art pieces that have been designed for tactile interaction. Synths gloop and guitar parts scuttle about. The vocals have this strange, sexless unctuousness to them that hovers between prudish and prurient. I’m thinking of LCD Soundsystem and Talking Heads and Six Finger Satellite and HEALTH and all manner of others at any given moment, but as soon as I think I’ve latched onto an apt comparison Dead Rider have morphed into something else. Intriguing and chameleonic. I will keep on listening to it.