“There’s some cool coming out of Chicago. It’s abrasive, it’s messy, it verges on lo-fi, it’s cohesive by its lack of cohesion…”
We’re in the church of repetition where the spray paint on the alter says ‘one good riff is good enough so don’t waste it’.
“With a gratuitously wiry dirt-driven grind of petulant punk and hot grit, ‘Going To the Races (Dressed Like A Racist)’ is a bludgeoning blast of mean squealing…”
“This is no-wave aggression with goth-static feedback and a psychedelic twist of industrial noise…”
“Themed on winter reflections in their respective environments, both acts tease out their own sets of textures… where ‘Field Ring Split #1’ keeps its purpose and grip, there’s a sweep spot of warm isolation.”
“Play everything loud or don’t play it at all is the mantra throughout the LP, the result is a set of teased stop/start releases that attack and pull back and assault…”
Imagine a home printed scuffed up cassette-tape gets pressed into your clam sweaty hands, you’re told ‘right here’s […]