Hope Nicholls’ larynx-tearing style is strongly reminiscent of The Runaways’ “Cherry Bomb” played through an 8-track player that had a speedball spilled in it.
These Metalheadz stalwarts kick the ballistics with some great beats, and also throw curveballs at you to keep your ears in check while your body grooves.
A jump-cut noise blowout, which settles into a clanging, exploratory groove, followed by a languid, cymbal-punctuated meander, and a minimal, spatial coda.
Liberally samples the patchwork crazy quilt of records under WB’s tutelage, shows conclusively and inexpensively that EC in the ’90s is every bit the eccentric.