What the f*ck!? Load manage to pull it out of the bag again somehow with this absolutely bat-sh*t crazy piece of ass from Monotract. For those of you up on your noise geekery, you'll no-doubt know that it is a three piece collaboration between noise-god Carlos Giffoni (known for his work with almost everyone ever, most notably Chris Corsano and friends as Death Unit!), Nancy Garcia and Roger Rimada. What you might not know is just how crushingly good this latest album is, blending so many warring shards of one scene or another that you literally have to pinch yourself to make sure it ain't a dream. This is the sort of music my momma tried to tell me didn't exist - it makes you wanna take up arms and fight for what's wrong, buy a bottle of cheap liquor and use the bottle as a dangerous weapon or simply smash up the place - it's music for debauchery and pillage and we all know what that means. Giffoni's use of electronics is truly inspiring, he manages to extract squeals from his home-made oscillators that many guitarists would be embarrassed by, and every time those bubbles of crispy waveform explode as if from nowhere I get shivers down my spine. Unlike his previous work though, this time his synthplay is used in a punk-pop context - combined with the luscious and deeply sexual vocals from Nancy Garcia it sounds totally out of time and out of the ordinary. When polished off by some heavy punk fretwork from Roger Rimada what we get is the most blistering punk rock record you're likely to hear this year - it's riot grrrl crossed with extreme noise, and in that is automatically my favourite thing ever. This is the sort of album you never think will happen (at least not to this extent), everyone knows in real life your wishes are very rarely granted, but here I've seen them come true - all that's left for me to do now is play this over and over again, very loud indeed. Yes you need to buy this album, now.
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What the f*ck!? Load manage to pull it out of the bag again somehow with this absolutely bat-sh*t crazy piece of ass from Monotract. For those of you up on your noise geekery, you'll no-doubt know that it is a three piece collaboration between noise-god Carlos Giffoni (known for his work with almost everyone ever, most notably Chris Corsano and friends as Death Unit!), Nancy Garcia and Roger Rimada. What you might not know is just how crushingly good this latest album is, blending so many warring shards of one scene or another that you literally have to pinch yourself to make sure it ain't a dream. This is the sort of music my momma tried to tell me didn't exist - it makes you wanna take up arms and fight for what's wrong, buy a bottle of cheap liquor and use the bottle as a dangerous weapon or simply smash up the place - it's music for debauchery and pillage and we all know what that means. Giffoni's use of electronics is truly inspiring, he manages to extract squeals from his home-made oscillators that many guitarists would be embarrassed by, and every time those bubbles of crispy waveform explode as if from nowhere I get shivers down my spine. Unlike his previous work though, this time his synthplay is used in a punk-pop context - combined with the luscious and deeply sexual vocals from Nancy Garcia it sounds totally out of time and out of the ordinary. When polished off by some heavy punk fretwork from Roger Rimada what we get is the most blistering punk rock record you're likely to hear this year - it's riot grrrl crossed with extreme noise, and in that is automatically my favourite thing ever. This is the sort of album you never think will happen (at least not to this extent), everyone knows in real life your wishes are very rarely granted, but here I've seen them come true - all that's left for me to do now is play this over and over again, very loud indeed. Yes you need to buy this album, now.
What the f*ck!? Load manage to pull it out of the bag again somehow with this absolutely bat-sh*t crazy piece of ass from Monotract. For those of you up on your noise geekery, you'll no-doubt know that it is a three piece collaboration between noise-god Carlos Giffoni (known for his work with almost everyone ever, most notably Chris Corsano and friends as Death Unit!), Nancy Garcia and Roger Rimada. What you might not know is just how crushingly good this latest album is, blending so many warring shards of one scene or another that you literally have to pinch yourself to make sure it ain't a dream. This is the sort of music my momma tried to tell me didn't exist - it makes you wanna take up arms and fight for what's wrong, buy a bottle of cheap liquor and use the bottle as a dangerous weapon or simply smash up the place - it's music for debauchery and pillage and we all know what that means. Giffoni's use of electronics is truly inspiring, he manages to extract squeals from his home-made oscillators that many guitarists would be embarrassed by, and every time those bubbles of crispy waveform explode as if from nowhere I get shivers down my spine. Unlike his previous work though, this time his synthplay is used in a punk-pop context - combined with the luscious and deeply sexual vocals from Nancy Garcia it sounds totally out of time and out of the ordinary. When polished off by some heavy punk fretwork from Roger Rimada what we get is the most blistering punk rock record you're likely to hear this year - it's riot grrrl crossed with extreme noise, and in that is automatically my favourite thing ever. This is the sort of album you never think will happen (at least not to this extent), everyone knows in real life your wishes are very rarely granted, but here I've seen them come true - all that's left for me to do now is play this over and over again, very loud indeed. Yes you need to buy this album, now.
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What the f*ck!? Load manage to pull it out of the bag again somehow with this absolutely bat-sh*t crazy piece of ass from Monotract. For those of you up on your noise geekery, you'll no-doubt know that it is a three piece collaboration between noise-god Carlos Giffoni (known for his work with almost everyone ever, most notably Chris Corsano and friends as Death Unit!), Nancy Garcia and Roger Rimada. What you might not know is just how crushingly good this latest album is, blending so many warring shards of one scene or another that you literally have to pinch yourself to make sure it ain't a dream. This is the sort of music my momma tried to tell me didn't exist - it makes you wanna take up arms and fight for what's wrong, buy a bottle of cheap liquor and use the bottle as a dangerous weapon or simply smash up the place - it's music for debauchery and pillage and we all know what that means. Giffoni's use of electronics is truly inspiring, he manages to extract squeals from his home-made oscillators that many guitarists would be embarrassed by, and every time those bubbles of crispy waveform explode as if from nowhere I get shivers down my spine. Unlike his previous work though, this time his synthplay is used in a punk-pop context - combined with the luscious and deeply sexual vocals from Nancy Garcia it sounds totally out of time and out of the ordinary. When polished off by some heavy punk fretwork from Roger Rimada what we get is the most blistering punk rock record you're likely to hear this year - it's riot grrrl crossed with extreme noise, and in that is automatically my favourite thing ever. This is the sort of album you never think will happen (at least not to this extent), everyone knows in real life your wishes are very rarely granted, but here I've seen them come true - all that's left for me to do now is play this over and over again, very loud indeed. Yes you need to buy this album, now.