Holy fuck do I have a
headache. It’s my own fault. I listened to this record twice in a row and
it annihilated any normal senses I had left after the first spin. Girl Band is unforgiving. Girl Band is brutality. Girl Band is a psychotic breakdown of
nonconformity and fearlessness. One
exposure to their 2015 record Holding Hands With Jamie will show that I’m not
being hyperbolic. Girl Band can infect
with a catchy melody and then have it come crashing down in a noise induced
nightmare. Imagine if Einstürzende Neubauten
wanted to write a pop song, or if Meat Beat Manifesto inherited the experimental
side of Bauhaus while channeling Big Black.
If your imagination can stretch that far, then you would have inkling of
what Girl Band is capable of. The songs
are wrapped in a percussion soaked, electronic blanket of schizophrenia and
experimentation. I’ve never been a fan
of the No Wave movement, but there is so much to grasp onto here that you don’t
get taken down by the chaos. This is a
stellar release. Originality is a
challenging task these days, but I really think Girl Band has achieved it. God is this record good.
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