It’s inevitable that when you review one band, similar bands will find your post and send you their music. Somehow I have a slew of this weird indie-fuzz headed my way. I don’t know how, but it always sounds surprisingly fresh and interesting.
Regular readers will know that we like Lovely Wife and have written about their live EP, Live & Contrived, that was released earlier this year. It was great to have the essence of their live performances captured, as in the studio their sound isn’t the easiest to re-create. Problem Rock has certainly tackled that problem head on with a Sledgesaw (Dead Rising reference right there).
When Qoheleth described their music as noise rock… Fuck me, I didn’t expect this.
So, I get sent a lot of music these days, and over the last few months I have written about a lot of releases. The majority of what I’ve listened to has been fantastic, but not a whole lot have felt like something that I would go back to after reviewing. Fizzy Blood, however, have created something that really does keep drawing me back in for another spin.
You know how people like to pick on everything about St Anger, the Metallica album that has somehow apparently gotten worse over time? I remember the one slamming point was the sound of the snare, something that personally didn’t bother me. And apparently, This Is Wreckage more than likely don’t either.
There are a lot of bands out there that like to use the fact that they are a “live band” as a staple, like that places them above and beyond anyone else. Then there are bands like Lovely Wife, whose sound is so wildly abstract that trying to translate what they do into a studio recording just doesn’t do them justice.
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.
To summarise Mutation III in a sentence: My fucking speaker wire packed in because of this album.
There have been a few albums that I have bought this year, going into them with little to no previous knowledge, and coming away with a new addiction. Land Of Giants has been the final one of 2016 for me.
One of my favourite things about reviewing music: being introduced to a band that you would never have otherwise come into contact with who sit very nicely within your tastes. I have huge soft spots for anything that is filthy and unpredictable, two boxes of which are thoroughly ticked and pissed all over in Better Days.