Ballin’ is less frantic than their debut LP, Irony, and miles away from their molar-diggin’, unhinged Don Fleming-produced after-birth announcement EP, Dig.
6FS uses drum machines, Moogs, Vocoders, and synth washes. But all the quirky technical trickery culminates in a sound that is the very essence of grunge.
Should you kiss the sky on your first date? How did a Black guy from Seattle track down the only two pale English guys with higher, kinkier hair than himself?
Trashcan drums and cheese sound effects and old movie samples interspersed with hardcore guitar noise side by side with acoustics bangin’ Dylan-like riffs.
The singer’s got a voice like Gracie Slick, and she sounds like she sincerely means every word she enunciates about her gray sweatshirt with the hole in it.
A big hit of Stoogoid mayhem, a dash of Thunders classicism, a shot of Sonics bluster, a dash of RFTC cut’n’paste, and a few too many Lazy Cowgirls shows.
The soundtrack to yer soul’s inner torment, courtesy of Estrus: Moody fuzzy scuzzbagged feedbacked rock, like a dirty needle wrapped up in a brand new box.