Breaking off a chunk of melodious/atmospheric nü rock to blow open the emotional palette and drawing textural tools from old and new psychedelic bands.
Twangy guitars shot through with reverb ride the pulsing skeletonal surf beat as one guitar gobbles Crampsoid maggots whist the other pokes instrumental stuff.
THIS is textured groove vs. “ambient” rock stuff. Like some early 20th century Swedish classical or the titles on the ECM jazz/classical/improv/space label.
One guy, one bass, one drum welded together like some cranked-out meatbot ready to tell you what pisses him off. A LOT pisses him off, and A LOT amuses him.
Dataclast’s distorto-growl is lanced off old black/grind LPs and synthetic fuzz via DHR’s discography. The Earwigs remind me of “industrial noise” before dance music and arena rock got mixed in it.
Headbands lists and details a cool part of hyper-link reality that’s composes a chunk of ugh-reality; the classicist desire to make sense of random word combos.