High arpeggios, sliding octaves, singing like the guy from Knapsack… you get it. It’s emo, it’s upbeat, it’s stuff to win over crowds in college towns.
Ever since Can, where his bass was sparse and jaunty and his sound collages pissed off almost everyone, Czukay has injected what he does with a childlike mirth.
With healthy doses of funk, soul, passionate ballads, and driving rock (often with three-ways raps), Dispatch is a band to catch live and blast at parties until the cops show up.
Demolition Doll Rods are a drag – literally and figuratively – even with the estimable talents of a tarted-up Dan Krona as a major part of the equation.
Great, evocative stuff. Futuristic Goth, instead of that medieval, pipes in the woods & tribal drums stuff. Morbid Angel meets Eno. In Tron-land. Fantastic.
Infectious, booty-bustin’ beats and melodic chug-chug guitars, the intricate arrangements in each of the five songs here provide more than great melodies.