I enjoyed previous No Future releases, so I was bummed to not catch ’em live, and this, their debut LP, isn’t making me feel any better about the situation. The 12 songs clobber and slash, the clumpy rhythms draped in tatters of feedback and an incessant skooooshhhhhh! noise reigning supreme while the singer yammers 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.
