They brought us Sabbath, Priest, Motörhead, but have been relatively silent in the metal category recently. It took a black lesbian skinhead to stand apart.
During an unpleasant portion of my life, I used to go to pretentious coffeehouses, clapping politely to the latest Dylan wanna-be singing “sensitive” songs.
All 12 songs meld big ’90s guitarrorism, organic samples, and an obsessive-compulsive attention to detail with bright harmonies and indelible choruses.
Styles range from blues to ballads to swing to swagger to strut to an a cappella pretty-boy-barbershop intro to a NIN rip-off. Plus pianos, and Spanish guitars.
The sun scratches her way through the twisted branches of night. You must go back. You see the silver trail flowing behind you. Reluctantly, you reel it in.
Hello is well-manicured, accessible femme eclectica that tries on styles like Salvation Army fatigues, overlaid with unlocked-diary imagery alternately potent.
They call this terror tech, and it blends shock culture samples from Ice T, every Tarantino quote ever, and anything else with the word “motherfucker” in it.