Thursday, September 30, 2010

Denise Milani In Toples

THE AUSTERITY PROGRAM Backsliders and Apostates Will Burn (2010)


fundamentalist Aficionados asphyxiating sheets of guitars, ethereal atmospheres on opening clogged skies as an ass, loops and ambient oscillating of géniardises postcoriennes, will look elsewhere if you're there. Here, take this rope crossing. You're nice thank you.

Oh yes, and I cut these locks.
So.

When I listened to this album for the first time ... I thought that I had lied,
Hydrahead are far too hip to sign such a group, they are not at
HH They are on Touch and Go Quarterstick Hypes are so I am confused. What is thinkable. And it serves my mouth.

So.


Brutal. And effective. And rock. And slamming. And nineties. And New Yorkers.


Two fathers of families with a bass and a guitar, a tape recorder, a battery that is emerging from a computer that records on tapes because it is less digital (digital disgusting if I = understood) and lay 7inch, EPs, one or two pieces for compilations for over 10 years, but not albums ... ho ben it's too boring. Yeah, there was

Black Madonna in 2007, so we can perhaps expect an LP in 2018. Kind.
So an EP, so that HydraHead waiting for 3 years 12-13 titles. Furthermore, it has mesh in the offices of the label. They were wrong. Too bad. Because this " Backsliders and Apostates Will Burn" is really great home great, almost as much as its title. There are people who listen Kickback the bus to channel their hatred to fuel their nihilism, there are others who listen Shellac
and especially the song where the man asks God to kill his father and his mother (as it clearly says it is not very telling piece auuuuuu but how brutal and violent).

So.


Shellac is back on the very last sentence, brutal and violent, not because of avalanche effects, DB, beuglées infernal quantities of instruments playing together. That's because it's tight. You know when did you feel tense like to fart in someone's mouth, "said another as tense as" a bunch of nerve. "

Ben
Austerity Program
is the same story, sober, simple, white, lots of breaks, but not amounts of crap for nothing. No effects on voice (refreshing). And the strings you whip the mouth, badly. And nerve breaking. And tendon hammer. And veins throbbing. All uptight, while clenching, this album is a bit like if you were slapping slaps piss for twenty minutes. All stretched out again worry, you've no choice but what was nice.
Even if you got the cheek that stings.

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