It came as no small surprise to slip Phoenix, AZ’s N17 Trust No One into my CD player and find myself rewarded with an impeccable impersonation of Ministry.
An orgy of perversion, luxuriating in decadence, wine spilled on stained silk bedsheets, camping it up, turning every tear into a tsunami of overblown emotion.
Formerly a side project of Lync’s Sam Jayne, but now a full-fledged band, this first release shows off all the pre-requisites for your basic indie-rock combo.
The songs blur together into a swirl of distortion, throat-shredding vocals, and machine-gunning double bass drumming, but that’s certainly not a bad thing.