Using no guitars, no drums, nothing but a series of ELP-stacked keyboards (is the acronimity a coincidence? I think so), BT rock us with driving, heavy beats.
Whereas the other acts used the drums as accompaniment, Banco played them… slow. And heavy. I hate to say it – it sounded like a cheeze-metal power ballad.
The opinion of Jungle was that the sampled frenetic drums were impossible to play by a human. To this 808 State clearly and succinctly said, “Up Yours.”
The PeeChees take the Drags’ “Well Worth Talkin’ About,” infect it with Germs, and bawl through the initial rushblush of infection with bratty delirium.
Here perhaps was the rebellion-from-the-fold (Christian or otherwise) I expect from a clear-headed, independent hardcore band, but nope, same ol’, same ol’.
This sophomore effort is creative, powerful, and a perfect match to Saloman’s distinctive voice, which soars, yet has enough power to shout out above the din.