No string quartets, flutes, keyboards, choirs, or boomy beats, just primal guitar assaults and the voices of Emma and Alun. In the beginning, they were a punky bunch, fists full of jagged distortion and choppy downstrokes.
Teenie boppers hoping for the next No Doubt best look elsewhere. Singer Jenna Tyrade has no Madonna leanings whatsoever. Her explosive spewing lingers on nauseousness, savoring the bile in the back of the throat before erupting in a wonderfully messy hurl.
Dedspace does a lot of the same things that Constants does, but with a much softer edge. Absent are the screaming accompaniment and aggressive distortion, and in their stead are dark, passionate wails and squealing guitars
Noisy rock that’s dissonant and sporadic, treading the grey areas between indie, hardcore, and art-rock. But this is by no means a bad thing, and there’s no question that the lads are very good at what they do.
Tyondai Braxton has obviously escaped from the same refugee camp (as Parts & Labor), as evidenced by “Stand There,” the best song Parts & Labor never wrote and probably the highlight of the whole disc.
They don’t play their instruments, they beat on them. The vocals are just different degrees of screaming. There are no solos, just a three-piece drum set and distorted, open chords.
As part of the early-’90s jazz/death movement, Pestilence left behind four albums of pure progressive mindfuck that easily shames anything “technical” today.
There is something inherently stirring about that Billie Joe (of Green Day) virile slacker-collegiate sound certain singer boys seem to have, and Pensive has it.