Labels: Lengua Armada
Review by: Alex Deller
Amid the buzz, blur and squall of this trebly and otherwise indecipherable assault on the skull sprang this line from the slip of paper that’d been included:
“Lyric sheets are where I found the world”
It kind’ve provided an anchor for the chaos pouring from the speakers, a breath of straight-talking non-bullshit amid a sea of nonsense, slavish style over substance or worthless words-as-afterthought dreck.
Ditto:
“If I struggle, I know I’m alright”
They’re simple enough sentiments to be sure, but they stick with you and underpin a sense that for five minutes or so a simple blast of overdriven noise can help you forget that almost everything else in the fucking world seems to be shit or falling to pieces. And that, pretty much, is the whole fucking point of what this should all be about. Right?