It’s Leeds Jim, but not as we know it! The finest scene in the country has unleashed one of the most epic tributes to the past and the future that has ever been allowed to co exist within the same hypnotic sound.
Slowly building, sonic echoing, bass rumbling, in synch and out of time comes the title track of this five track ep ‘Nineteen’. That is before the staccato on-off of the pulse gives way to the stream of unconsciousness within, and the whole lot heads for the bridge with the weight of the world on it’s shoulders. Compressed vocals unleash the horror within whilst the automatic weaponry of percussion and guitars fade out into a sonic finale.
Plectrum stories of common assault unleash under the spell of strange melodies as the whole thing goes indie splash in the time it takes to build a looping vocal craziness and denounce all orthodox religion. Dropping out to reveal a guitar line and vocal echo, this is complex stuff indeed. It might not start or stop at the same time, but this is part of the urban charm that oozes from this supermarket sweep of casio feedback
‘Thirteen’ (Duels Remix) is a warbling garbled electronica-fed frenzy of spluttering synthesised chaos, partially ironed out to reveal an electrostatic pulsating bile worthy of any dancefloor. Words melt and keyboards are left on like the iron as the grind reaches boiling point quickly. A lovely bit has the whole lot malfunction before seamless intervention reveals the steaming fruit bowl of speed-frenzied turntable assault tactics that is ‘Eleven’ (65 Days of Static Remix). It really is here for my eardrums Captain, and I must hold my palms against my lugs if only for a split second.
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Overload always seemed likely, but in the heat of the moment, I forgot to unplug myself, and resume, half melted. As we return full circle to the title track The radio edit still hints at self destruction, and the sonic heebie-jeebies still pervade with vicious intent. Somewhere in this messy and undead world of slaughtered sound, underneath the ray-gun noises and the breathing lurch of this messy and undiluted mayhem is an 80’s top 30 smash hit, with a video of some dudes with big hair.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, will do for me!
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