Oliver Ho, aka Broken English Club, returns with a new project and debut album for Downwards, paring back to wiry, scything post-punk and brittle machine rhythms in a vein shared with Big Black, Moin, Regis…!
Fronted by Ho - a hydrahead techno-punk-industrialist variously regarded as Broken English Club, Slow White Fall, part of Zov Zov, and many others - and here joined on distorted bass guitar from Jamie Croydon; NO DETAIL is a serious proposition for those who like their post-punk with less jangle and more concentrated industrial bite. Their ‘Closed Exit’ tessellates very angularly with Downwards’ prevailing, formative, tastes for this sound on all seven cuts, which could arguably have been made at any time between the fallout of UK punk and post NYC no wave, and an everything-at-once present.
Manning drum programming, noise boxes and a mic with time-tested aptitude, Ho’s deadpan vox and needling prompts alloy Croydon’s detuned bass gnarl with an in-the-pocket discipline. The balance of melody veiled in venomous noise on ‘Input’ gets them into gear for the revving swagger of ‘You Could have Been Better’, optimising the barest elements in a formula that carries them to the stop-start jugular lunge of ‘Private’ and the cold saucy slug of a ‘Utility’ where we half expect John Lydon to enter stage left, and the bruxist yoke of ‘Dead Lakes’ that bursts at the seams with white hot distortion. Their hot-stepper ‘Grey Poles’ is an ideal showstopper, itching tendons with pointillist drums and guitars upping the ante with a buzzsaw grind to trigger limbs with too much snakebite, lactic acid and wizz in the blood.
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Oliver Ho, aka Broken English Club, returns with a new project and debut album for Downwards, paring back to wiry, scything post-punk and brittle machine rhythms in a vein shared with Big Black, Moin, Regis…!
Fronted by Ho - a hydrahead techno-punk-industrialist variously regarded as Broken English Club, Slow White Fall, part of Zov Zov, and many others - and here joined on distorted bass guitar from Jamie Croydon; NO DETAIL is a serious proposition for those who like their post-punk with less jangle and more concentrated industrial bite. Their ‘Closed Exit’ tessellates very angularly with Downwards’ prevailing, formative, tastes for this sound on all seven cuts, which could arguably have been made at any time between the fallout of UK punk and post NYC no wave, and an everything-at-once present.
Manning drum programming, noise boxes and a mic with time-tested aptitude, Ho’s deadpan vox and needling prompts alloy Croydon’s detuned bass gnarl with an in-the-pocket discipline. The balance of melody veiled in venomous noise on ‘Input’ gets them into gear for the revving swagger of ‘You Could have Been Better’, optimising the barest elements in a formula that carries them to the stop-start jugular lunge of ‘Private’ and the cold saucy slug of a ‘Utility’ where we half expect John Lydon to enter stage left, and the bruxist yoke of ‘Dead Lakes’ that bursts at the seams with white hot distortion. Their hot-stepper ‘Grey Poles’ is an ideal showstopper, itching tendons with pointillist drums and guitars upping the ante with a buzzsaw grind to trigger limbs with too much snakebite, lactic acid and wizz in the blood.
Oliver Ho, aka Broken English Club, returns with a new project and debut album for Downwards, paring back to wiry, scything post-punk and brittle machine rhythms in a vein shared with Big Black, Moin, Regis…!
Fronted by Ho - a hydrahead techno-punk-industrialist variously regarded as Broken English Club, Slow White Fall, part of Zov Zov, and many others - and here joined on distorted bass guitar from Jamie Croydon; NO DETAIL is a serious proposition for those who like their post-punk with less jangle and more concentrated industrial bite. Their ‘Closed Exit’ tessellates very angularly with Downwards’ prevailing, formative, tastes for this sound on all seven cuts, which could arguably have been made at any time between the fallout of UK punk and post NYC no wave, and an everything-at-once present.
Manning drum programming, noise boxes and a mic with time-tested aptitude, Ho’s deadpan vox and needling prompts alloy Croydon’s detuned bass gnarl with an in-the-pocket discipline. The balance of melody veiled in venomous noise on ‘Input’ gets them into gear for the revving swagger of ‘You Could have Been Better’, optimising the barest elements in a formula that carries them to the stop-start jugular lunge of ‘Private’ and the cold saucy slug of a ‘Utility’ where we half expect John Lydon to enter stage left, and the bruxist yoke of ‘Dead Lakes’ that bursts at the seams with white hot distortion. Their hot-stepper ‘Grey Poles’ is an ideal showstopper, itching tendons with pointillist drums and guitars upping the ante with a buzzsaw grind to trigger limbs with too much snakebite, lactic acid and wizz in the blood.
Oliver Ho, aka Broken English Club, returns with a new project and debut album for Downwards, paring back to wiry, scything post-punk and brittle machine rhythms in a vein shared with Big Black, Moin, Regis…!
Fronted by Ho - a hydrahead techno-punk-industrialist variously regarded as Broken English Club, Slow White Fall, part of Zov Zov, and many others - and here joined on distorted bass guitar from Jamie Croydon; NO DETAIL is a serious proposition for those who like their post-punk with less jangle and more concentrated industrial bite. Their ‘Closed Exit’ tessellates very angularly with Downwards’ prevailing, formative, tastes for this sound on all seven cuts, which could arguably have been made at any time between the fallout of UK punk and post NYC no wave, and an everything-at-once present.
Manning drum programming, noise boxes and a mic with time-tested aptitude, Ho’s deadpan vox and needling prompts alloy Croydon’s detuned bass gnarl with an in-the-pocket discipline. The balance of melody veiled in venomous noise on ‘Input’ gets them into gear for the revving swagger of ‘You Could have Been Better’, optimising the barest elements in a formula that carries them to the stop-start jugular lunge of ‘Private’ and the cold saucy slug of a ‘Utility’ where we half expect John Lydon to enter stage left, and the bruxist yoke of ‘Dead Lakes’ that bursts at the seams with white hot distortion. Their hot-stepper ‘Grey Poles’ is an ideal showstopper, itching tendons with pointillist drums and guitars upping the ante with a buzzsaw grind to trigger limbs with too much snakebite, lactic acid and wizz in the blood.
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Oliver Ho, aka Broken English Club, returns with a new project and debut album for Downwards, paring back to wiry, scything post-punk and brittle machine rhythms in a vein shared with Big Black, Moin, Regis…!
Fronted by Ho - a hydrahead techno-punk-industrialist variously regarded as Broken English Club, Slow White Fall, part of Zov Zov, and many others - and here joined on distorted bass guitar from Jamie Croydon; NO DETAIL is a serious proposition for those who like their post-punk with less jangle and more concentrated industrial bite. Their ‘Closed Exit’ tessellates very angularly with Downwards’ prevailing, formative, tastes for this sound on all seven cuts, which could arguably have been made at any time between the fallout of UK punk and post NYC no wave, and an everything-at-once present.
Manning drum programming, noise boxes and a mic with time-tested aptitude, Ho’s deadpan vox and needling prompts alloy Croydon’s detuned bass gnarl with an in-the-pocket discipline. The balance of melody veiled in venomous noise on ‘Input’ gets them into gear for the revving swagger of ‘You Could have Been Better’, optimising the barest elements in a formula that carries them to the stop-start jugular lunge of ‘Private’ and the cold saucy slug of a ‘Utility’ where we half expect John Lydon to enter stage left, and the bruxist yoke of ‘Dead Lakes’ that bursts at the seams with white hot distortion. Their hot-stepper ‘Grey Poles’ is an ideal showstopper, itching tendons with pointillist drums and guitars upping the ante with a buzzsaw grind to trigger limbs with too much snakebite, lactic acid and wizz in the blood.