Not since C&C Music Factory or Lords of Acid have I been swayed by a beatbox thump, rock-hard guitar, and a sassy female vocalist oozing sexual attitude.
This full-length features hook-filled tunes that could easily fall into the force-fed commercial radio overdose bin that makes a band really successful.
While much of the songwriting is bare-bones brutality, and that which isn’t is a rather juvenile stab at aggressive electronic music, I have faith in Perpetua.
Patti Smith must have been playing “Opposites Day” when she titled this album Gone Again, ’cause she is back. Praise goddess, Patti Smith has come back to us.
The murdered girl is as resonant a portrait of femininity fragility as Ophelia, except she didn’t drown and Ophelia didn’t spend all of Hamlet lying naked.