When Qoheleth described their music as noise rock… Fuck me, I didn’t expect this.
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When Qoheleth described their music as noise rock… Fuck me, I didn’t expect this.
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Albums jump out at you for different reasons; some because they appear to hit so many of your sweet spots, others because they are slathered with bizarrely intriguing weirdness. By way of uncreative writing, you have probably guessed that this is very much the latter.
Well here are two firsts; The Cauteriser has reached yet another new country – Greece, and this is the latest/earliest that I have attempted to write up a review (currently 04:32 am). Let’s fucking do this!
Instrumental bands are another one of those areas of music that I find to be extremely hit or miss. I am fond of bands like Maybeshewill and That Fucking Tank, but when it comes to more established artists like Mogwai… well I like the music, but something about it doesn’t captivate me as much as it should. However, Closet Disco Queen are right up there in my opinion.
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Enamel Animal; I like the name alone. 8/10 job done.
I have previously described bands as sounding like the true indie music of the 80s/early 90s, similar to many of the bands that I grew up listening to from the mother’s vinyl collection. Never before have I heard a band so true to those roots like Fret! are.
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Somehow the albums I have been asked to review have gone from being noisy punk and hardcore to experimental/progressive metal (and for some reason all suddenly containing 9 tracks…) 100 Years aren’t easy to categorise, but certainly sit somewhere amongst the latter.
I don’t know why but I have developed this habit of writing a weird introduction on reviews of which, aren’t entirely off topic, but are pretty much pointless. Now trying to think of how on earth I am supposed to open a review of El Yunque’s Boxes, I was even more stumped on what meaningful text I can fumble together. Experimental? That definitely describes it. But no single paragraph can give Boxes justice.