Hard to peg and occasionally hard to listen to, Mansion play an intense yet compelling brand of post-punk. The sharp edges and awkward angles chew relentlessly at the soft, unguarded parts of your body, while vocals chant, goad and chitter. The rhythms are by turns taut and gluey, hypnotic and irrational, mixing things up to the point where you don’t know whether you should be dancing or tumbling toward a breath-stealing panic attack. Ut, the Au Pairs and early Blonde Redhead serve as reasonable points of reference, and while these are excellent stars by which to navigate what’s even better is that Mansion seem as guided by their own compass as by anything that might have gone before them.
