NZ's most legendary rock troopers bowl out an incendiary session on 'Armed Courage' - their first new album proper in three years. Following their split with Randga, Michael Morley, Bruce Russell and Robbie Yeats flex some well-detuned muscle over two headstrong side-long sloggers that reaffirms every gush you've read in The Wire and justifies their legion of die-hard followers. A-side 'Armed' is a combatant 22 minutes of turbulent percussive roil and amorphous feedback sculpture careening, lunging and squeezing every last bit of No Wave energy from their instruments with impeccable intuition. B-side 'Courage' is the polar inverse, far more linear and effectively melodic; from primordial genesis of coaxed feedback and hushed vocal they lock to a mucky kraut momentum seared with bone-ache guitar for the first half before devolving into quieter astral depth projections licked out with plumes of psych-y fuzz and metallic drum zing with a beautifully untrained but august command of their ur-ritual invocation. The seas are deeper and the night skies are brighter in New Zealand. Recommended.
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NZ's most legendary rock troopers bowl out an incendiary session on 'Armed Courage' - their first new album proper in three years. Following their split with Randga, Michael Morley, Bruce Russell and Robbie Yeats flex some well-detuned muscle over two headstrong side-long sloggers that reaffirms every gush you've read in The Wire and justifies their legion of die-hard followers. A-side 'Armed' is a combatant 22 minutes of turbulent percussive roil and amorphous feedback sculpture careening, lunging and squeezing every last bit of No Wave energy from their instruments with impeccable intuition. B-side 'Courage' is the polar inverse, far more linear and effectively melodic; from primordial genesis of coaxed feedback and hushed vocal they lock to a mucky kraut momentum seared with bone-ache guitar for the first half before devolving into quieter astral depth projections licked out with plumes of psych-y fuzz and metallic drum zing with a beautifully untrained but august command of their ur-ritual invocation. The seas are deeper and the night skies are brighter in New Zealand. Recommended.
NZ's most legendary rock troopers bowl out an incendiary session on 'Armed Courage' - their first new album proper in three years. Following their split with Randga, Michael Morley, Bruce Russell and Robbie Yeats flex some well-detuned muscle over two headstrong side-long sloggers that reaffirms every gush you've read in The Wire and justifies their legion of die-hard followers. A-side 'Armed' is a combatant 22 minutes of turbulent percussive roil and amorphous feedback sculpture careening, lunging and squeezing every last bit of No Wave energy from their instruments with impeccable intuition. B-side 'Courage' is the polar inverse, far more linear and effectively melodic; from primordial genesis of coaxed feedback and hushed vocal they lock to a mucky kraut momentum seared with bone-ache guitar for the first half before devolving into quieter astral depth projections licked out with plumes of psych-y fuzz and metallic drum zing with a beautifully untrained but august command of their ur-ritual invocation. The seas are deeper and the night skies are brighter in New Zealand. Recommended.
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NZ's most legendary rock troopers bowl out an incendiary session on 'Armed Courage' - their first new album proper in three years. Following their split with Randga, Michael Morley, Bruce Russell and Robbie Yeats flex some well-detuned muscle over two headstrong side-long sloggers that reaffirms every gush you've read in The Wire and justifies their legion of die-hard followers. A-side 'Armed' is a combatant 22 minutes of turbulent percussive roil and amorphous feedback sculpture careening, lunging and squeezing every last bit of No Wave energy from their instruments with impeccable intuition. B-side 'Courage' is the polar inverse, far more linear and effectively melodic; from primordial genesis of coaxed feedback and hushed vocal they lock to a mucky kraut momentum seared with bone-ache guitar for the first half before devolving into quieter astral depth projections licked out with plumes of psych-y fuzz and metallic drum zing with a beautifully untrained but august command of their ur-ritual invocation. The seas are deeper and the night skies are brighter in New Zealand. Recommended.