Enjoy what I’ve heard by No Future enough that I was bummed not to be able to catch ’em live, and this, their debut LP, really isn’t making me feel any better about the situation. The 12 songs clobber and slash, clumpy rhythms draped in tatters of feedback and an incessant skooooshhhhhh! noise while the singer yammers endlessly away like a being possessed. While I’m all for the brisk, scathing business of the band’s general Disorder / Disclose / Lebenden Toten attack, I’m also the kind of simpleton who prefers slower tracks like ‘P.B.S.’ – ugly moments where you get to glimpse the grotty inner workings, even as things threaten to become a bloodcurdling, drawn-out nightmare.
