Labels: cherryade
Review by: Luke Younger
It’s a commonly held view that if god doesn’t exist it would be neccessary for the human race to invent him/ her/it. The same could be said in the case of a certain strain of indie rock with regard to the Fall. This wickedly noisy album is very much indebted to the early (and in fact most recent) work of Mark E Smith. It consists largely of cheap ass keyboards, rockabillyesque drumming, distorted bass and guitar that sounds like it’s cheese grating everyone in the rooms ears with it’s treble. All topped off with slapback echoed shouting about Nazi’s (Steveless are glad that bloke from the BNP died). Nice. There’s a track by this band on the noise annoys comp’ that Kunal reviewed here a couple of months ago, and this is a logical extension of that track if you’ve heard it. This is very much my sort of thing, it reminds of the glory days of the late 80’s/ early 90’s when every third record John Peel played sounded like this (cf Bogshed, gag, etc). This is like the dirty, amped up, younger cousin of Montana Pete, or a brain damaged Bilge Pump. SWEET.