The Answer Is In The Beat

Suumhow: Secuund (n5MD, 2019)

February 9, 2020 at 12:55 pm | Posted in Reviews | Leave a comment

Suumhow wasted no time putting out a follow-up to their startling 2018 debut. This isn’t all that different — it’s more IDM with abrasive, crunchy beats and reflections-on-a-pond melodies — but it’s just as excellent. It moves from harsh, scattered blasts like “Muuscl” and “56” to more straightforward, pattern-heavy rhythms like “Bora Bora”, and several tracks have jumbled, subliminal voices underneath. “Cabin” is prime winter hideaway music. Really, all of this is a good soundtrack for snowbound seclusion.

Spray Paint: Into the Country LP (12XU, 2019)

February 1, 2020 at 1:37 pm | Posted in Reviews | Leave a comment

This is Spray Paint’s first album since 2016, and it was actually recorded that year. The band has slowed down their pace, and two of the members have moved to different countries, but they’ve released a few singles, including a Live at Third Man EP and collaborations with Protomartyr and the Rebel, and they reunited for a Monofonus Press R.I.P. weekend last year. This album is pretty different than their others — it’s not as heavy on mind-bending guitar noise, and there’s a surprising amount of electronics and drum machines. The vocals are as acerbic as ever, and some of the lyrics are apparently sourced from Info Wars comment sections. “Keep on Googlin'” is an early highlight, with a buzzing, galloping rhythm leading up to the piercing refrain “Please never talk to me.” “BRW’s Theme” (presumably referring to the Rebel’s B.R. Wallers) has sort of a nervous bounce to its rhythm, and the lyrics are just as twitchy and uncertain, yet it somehow ends up being the album’s most chipper song. “Bed Death” is basically their idea of techno, with a bleak, pulsing beat and heavy echo on the vocals, which sound like they’re being shouted down a well. “Bins Out” is two minutes of jagged, high-speed guitar terrorism, and “Can’t Help But Kill” is 80 seconds of pure anxiety in public spaces. Nine-minute Final track “Cleaning Your Gun” is a profane, synth-laden descent to the depths of the internet.

Rocket 808: s/t LP (12XU, 2019)

January 31, 2020 at 6:24 pm | Posted in Reviews | Leave a comment

Rocket 808’s 2018 debut 7″ was a very pleasant surprise, making vintage drum machines and twangy, distorted guitar riffs sound like the most natural combination in the world. Now we have a full album of the stuff, and it’s another motorik cruise through a Western desert landscape filled with big neon signs which have been flashing nonstop for decades. Early on, he covers Suicide’s “Ghost Rider”, seemingly getting the most obvious comparison out of the way quickly, and simultaneously beaming the song into the past and the future. However, he doesn’t sing on much of the album; the focus is more on Link Wray-inspired guitar shredding. “Digital Billboards”, the A-side of the previous single, still sounds like the Cramps recording an instrumental demo with a drum machine, and much of the other songs follow this lead. The other cover is a synth-punk update of Ersel Hickey’s rockabilly chestnut “Goin’ Down That Road”, with a dilapidated drum machine slap matching the song’s “boom-chick-a-boom” refrain. Following the similarly racing (but slightly slower) instrumental “Black Test Car”, Rocket 808 joins the elite club of bands with self-titled songs on a self-titled debut album. “Rocket 808” features acoustic drumming along with the 808 pulse, as well as a brief guitar/drum freakout.

Rabbit Ears: Should Be Fine 7″ EP (self-released, 2019)

January 28, 2020 at 7:23 pm | Posted in Reviews | Leave a comment

Detroit trio Rabbit Ears play instrumental rock which is sort of in the nexus of surf, garage, and spy themes, but not beholden to one particular style. They could be part of a soundtrack to a suspenseful movie, but they also work perfectly well as stand-alone songs. They play around with time signatures here and there, particularly on the first two songs, but it’s never unnecessarily complicated. The B-sides continues in the rough surf-ish mode, with “Shadow Creep” having some bluesy guitar riffs and “Rabito” sporting the record’s only vocals (it’s just a shouted exclamation of the song’s title). Pleasant stuff all around.

The Moonset Production Company: s/t (self-released, 2019)

January 25, 2020 at 3:18 pm | Posted in Reviews | Leave a comment

This one was handed to the radio station by the artist, but there’s barely any information about it online. The few pages that turn up when searching the project name also turn up the name Othercast, perhaps that’s the name of the artist, or label? Anyway, all that really matters is that this an incredible assemblage of lost transmissions, ghostly voices, and rave flashback beats. A lot of it brings to mind the Ghost Box aesthetic, but “Tonight’s Program” is more overtly techno-influenced, with old-time radio announcements popping up like speech bubbles over breakbeats and exuberant synths. The sounds dissolve into memories and scrambled signals during the interludes, but they’re summoned back to life with the more beat-driven tracks. A Balearic guitar riff emerges near the end of “One Moment Please”, then the more abstract “sky circuitry” sounds like a brief dip into Nurse With Wound’s nightmarish universe. “We Apologize for the Continued Interruptions” has more crunch to it, particularly due to the slowed-down jungle breaks, but the rest of the album doesn’t quite get as heavy. This is an absurdly good album that just seemed to materialize out of nowhere, I can’t imagine this one’s going to stay obscure for long. Lovers of all things hauntological will be instantly in love with this one. Also, the CD version contains a short unlisted bonus track that isn’t on the Bandcamp download.

Special Request: Zero Fucks (self-released, 2019)

January 25, 2020 at 2:37 pm | Posted in Reviews | Leave a comment

Paul Woolford released no less than 4 Special Request albums last year, with the back-to-basics hardcore of Vortex receiving the most applause and club play. He’s saved the hardest (and best) of them all for last, and Zero Fucks is indeed the most IDGAF thing he’s released. While all his other albums were released by Houndstooth, this one was a Bandcamp freebie, and it’s easy to hear why — there’s bootleg edits of Jay-Z and Travis Scott songs here, which might’ve prevented their release through an official label. Brief soundbytes from Francis Bacon and David Lynch are included, attempting to explain the chaotic nature. The highlights are absolutely vicious “Spectral Frequency” winds frazzled breakbeats up for a long stretch, until it all breaks through and slams out, taking no prisoners. Others like “10 Missed Calls for the Reload” and the deceptively soft (at first) “Quiet Storm” follow the time-honored formula of deadly jungle tracks laced with tender R&B samples. “Elysian Fields” has probably the biggest contrast between sweet, chiming melodies and bash-your-skull breaks. And in case “10 Missed Calls” weren’t enough, “Timelapse/20 Missed Calls” is an extended VIP which pushes it further down the long, dark tunnel. Closer to a mixtape than a standard album, Zero Fucks nevertheless finds Woolford firing on all cylinders.