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The Soft Moon-Feel
Seriously, new Soft Moon material is to me what a new Doctor in Dr Who is to people that have too much time on their hands. I’m unbelievably stoked that this guy has decided to put out some more stuff, and, spoiler alert, it is pretty amazeballs.
It starts out like a cross between New Order and The Residents in a dingy S&M club in the suburbs, highly strung out and a little sinister. Then the lyrics of ‘I feel like I’m dying inside, I feel so shallow inside’, and it’s right back to the normal Soft Moon territory. If you’re a fan of Cold Cave or The KVB, you should have no problem with the super-nihilism and screeching bass grooves. However, if you’re uninitiated in the ways of darkwave, then let this be a fantastic introduction.
The first we heard from Sonic Masala Records (probably the greatest thing that has happened for Brisbane since Violent Soho) was a fucking orgasm-laden tune from Gazar Strips. For their second release, the label have gone with the decidedly 90’s shoegaze-revivalists Roku Music.
Slow-burning doesn’t even begin to describe Roku Music. If you had a single flame that slowly grew into a blaze that covered the entire galaxy, powered solely by Kevin Shields, then you’d have something along the lines of ‘Collider’. It just gets bigger and more epic, sliding into your brain in the only way those buxom shoegaze songs can. For a point of reference, think Day Ravies crossed with a reverb drenched Pixies. If that doesn’t get you tingling in strange places, then you are not a functioning human.
The Dirty Nil-Wrestle Yü to Husker Dü
There are only two bands out there who have pulled off the umlaut successfully: Motörhead and Husker Dü. That’s it. No other bands can pull off the umlaut, because they simply do not have the badass potential to do so.
Luckily, The Dirty Nil have released the lack of hope there is in trying to place an umlaut in your band name, and have instead gone with referencing one of the greats. They’ve also managed to work in a great song title. Man, I wish there was someone out there that would wrestle with me to Zen Arcade.
As if all this wasn’t enough, they’ve topped everything off with a fucking awesome song that makes the term ‘angst-ridden’ pack up its emo-makeup and walk home to listen to Black Veil Brides until 10:30 pm, when the internet connection gets turned off.
A heavy, brooding bass-line, simple riff and bombastic drum part all smash together, tied down by a fucking amazing chorus of ‘I don’t care!’. ‘Wrestle Yü to Husker Dü’ pretty much the ultimate alternative rock song. If this had been released in the 90’s, The Dirty Nil would have been spending more time washing their hands from all the grubby meet ‘n’ greets with turdy major label execs than actually making this music that is balls deep in awesome.
If you want to get a crash course in Boston’s current music scene, then you need to know about three bands: Speedy Ortiz, Fat History Month and PILE. The latter have just released a new 7″, the title track of which is pretty fucking great.
The song itself is seven minutes long, so its basically guaranteed that there’s going to be a musical journey of sorts, because PILE aren’t a group who’s songs exist on a single bullshit loop that goes for fucking forever. Instead, you’ve got a quiet, meandering intro that slowly raises itself into a shredder masterpiece. It’s like an alternative version of an At The Drive-In song, with the same pounding urgency and genius lyrics. Although a long song, its hard not to let your hands slam down on whatever flat surface you happen to be near whenever the snares kick in with the alertness of a college student that’s just taken 15 Ritalin to ‘prepare’ for the upcoming exams.
Fucking ages ago now, when I was but a wee fuckhead, I heard about this 14 year old kid from Canberra making some decent-sized instrumental stuff. Safe to say, I haven’t grown up, but just taking a geez at his new single, and it becomes blatantly obvious that this guy is going places.
He’s moved away from the slower, proggy stuff that he first established himself with, and instead has gone a little more of the way of ‘THE METAL’. There is some serious shredding taking place here. Who knows what made young Mr. Perry want to obliterate guitar strings with such ferocity. Although there are some moments of brief respite, the Godspeed!-like action on display is what elevates this song to severe levels of interest.