Labels: Pilmoor
Review by: Alex Deller
Four songs of ragged noise-rock that hit hard but not always in the way you’d expect. Opener ‘I’m Going To The Fucking Moon’ lurches and roars in such smashing fashion that you think you have the band bang to rights on an Unsane tip, but second track ‘Heat Death’ flummoxes you by being borderline sugary as it packs in both a misty-eyed sense of nostalgia and sharp slivers of Chokebore. The crashing introductory riff of ‘Pavarotti’, meanwhile, reminds me of Sense Field having a particularly gruelling day while closer ‘800 Bodies’ winds things back to a satisfying midway point between the Big Black 80s and the AmRep 90s. While there are a few different things going on the four tracks hang together extremely well, with the bleary bittersweetness offsetting the throat-torn clangour so effectively that the mangling feels strangely personal rather than just ugly, mindless and grindingly monomaniacal.