Labels: Iron Lung
Review by: Alex Deller
Here is a one. A funny thing. The name makes you think it’s going to be your friend’s pretty bad metal band from when you were 15. Two of the songs reference the works of Louis-Ferdinand Céline, a writer who wrote a couple of splendid things before turning his hand to anti-Semitic pamphleteering and holocaust denial. Another song names itself for a medical condition where you can’t stop grinding your teeth. Sonically it is little more than sloth, pained bellowing and the relentless skree of feedback. Things recall early Swans or those slow, spirit-deadening parts of Iron Lung songs that recall early Swans. For some reason they don’t 100% convince me in the same way either of those acts do, but this could be a purely subjective thing on my part as I am becoming incredibly suspicious in my old age. Regardless of such petty internal wrangles, I would still say that this is a fine, powerful, compelling record, and that Demonbrother are a band that I would quite like to hear a bit more of.