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Current mood:  awake Category: Music
Someone at the great Aquarius record shop and mailorder in San Francisco wrote this about our new album. We like it a lot.
"Swedish
post everything weirdos the Skull Defekts continue to mutate into
practically unrecognizable shapes, once we think we have them pegged,
they go and change things up drastically and dramatically. Drone Drug
was the last Defekts record we reviewed, and as the title might
suggest, that record was made up almost entirely of thick snarling
buzzy dronemusic, while before that, they veered from rhythmic
experimentalism to abstract soundscapery, never making one song long
enough to really pin them down.
 Yet
we were still unprepared for this latest incarnation. The record opens
with a weird post punk jam, a looped riff, some pounding tribal drums,
streaks of feedback, and some actual singing. At first we were feeling
some Black Dice action, mixed with a little Six Finger Satellite, but
then in true Defekts fashion they locked into a groove and then
hammered away at it, a single part, a killer part, but repeated over
and over and over. A sort of post post post rock new wave or something.
The second track is more of the same, a buzzy distorted main riff,
super tight heavy hitting rhythm, and more singing, reminding us in
this instance of Swiss sampling rockers the Young Gods. And that we've
come to discover is the Skull Defekts new sound, their current
incarnation, is some freaked out druggy and damaged, swaggering new
wave garage stomping groove machine, that remains just a little too
tweaked, their sound just a little too repetitive and left of center to
allow them to fit in, and so they remain freaky fractured underground
groove rock alchemists. There are some moments that hint at past
incarnations, the chaotic and dense all drum marching band free-for-all
of "Unholy Drums For Psychedelic Africa", but especially "Urban
Ritual", that unfurls like some fucked up downtempo slowcore Bohren,
laced with hiss and glitch, the drums a distant patter, tons of low
end, bits of skitter, deeeeeeeeep rumbles, really ominous and creepy, a
cool way to finish off, especially after the mesmerizingly hypnotic
looped new wave garage stomp that came before. Weird, for sure, but
we're still digging it pretty hard... Think Black Dice, Animal
Collective, Gang Gang Dance, that sort of groovy druggy rhythmic
trancemusic, but a bit more fucked up and freaked out.
Plus in the liner notes someone gets credit for "shoe styling"... wow!"
12:33 PM
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