Want to experience a descent into a maelstrom of howling, spitting pandemonium? Listen to Detroit’s Beige Eagle Boys and their debut album, the brilliantly titled You’re Gonna Get Yours and get ready to inhale their warped sense of disarray and fervent lunacy that’s present over these 25 minutes of intoxicated bedlam.
Hailing from Bellingham, Wild Throne are vibrant, technicoloured chaos. This chaos though, has for the most part, some structure – it doesn’t feel totally thuggish, smashing things for the sake of smashing them; there’s determination, relentless pace and twists and turns at every chord, every drum beat and every sung/screamed/whispered word.
Taking their name from a ’68 Camaro that Scogin’s father once owned, ’68, are a somewhat departure from The Chariot’s math-rock, spasmodic shape-throwing contortions. Don’t think though for one minute that ’68 are at the opposite end of the spectrum – the raw, jagged bruised scrape is ever present, yet in a more stripped down, ramshackle form.
Hey everyone, Girl Band are back! Remember France 98, the great mini-album/EP thing they released at the beginning of last year? Well, they’ve only gone and recorded another song! Whatever the fuck is going on during Lawman, I have no clue, but Girl Band know and that malevolent, curled-lip sneer that is present during the full 6 minutes and 13 seconds of this unique sound could strip paint.
As the squealing, drawled feedback of opener A Good Idea Realised begins to bleed through, you can almost imagine the Baby G lot straining at their chains, aching to be free. The blood-frothing punk charge hits with the force of a truck; riffs are tearing and utterly demented, whilst the vocals are harsh hair-ripping, teeth-gnashing soundbites of frustration and madness..