Labels: Musically Incorrect
Review by: Alex Deller
Cross-continental noise assault from two Finns and a wandering New Yorker here, featuring members of Circle, Alger Hiss and Stalwart. Lee Miller sound like they could have crept from the annals of early 80s indie/art rock history, offering up a poisonous, claustrophobic lurch that tears chunks from Swans, Big Black and Sonic Youth, cobbling the bloody lumps together to fit their own feedback-riddled purpose. Over nine tracks The Futility Of Language bangs, grates and scrapes away with mechanical persistence, a repetitious lunge of an album that’s great to nod your head and glower to but finds itself slightly wanting without, say, the festering hatred of an Albini among their ranks or the utter sense of degradation afforded by a few minutes’ worth of Cop.