Description
There it is… the beat of the big city – and I already thought that the gang had all retired and then the mail flutters into the house: Peeps from Surf Nazis Must Die, Herpes, Heat… wild number, bang on and impetuous… Now, a few months later, people have left and new ones have arrived and things are going well. The sound hasn’t changed, the energetic quartet continues to deliver extremely driving upbeat post-punk or no future sound. You can hear some Parquett Courts, some Uranium Club, some Dischord sound and 70s punk – cutting guitars, booming bass and drums driven by 16th notes – hectic, rhythmic, pushing, sometimes hypnotically repetitive. And above it all, the raspy vocals of Florian Pühs, who sings about all those big city/small town/youth/goofy things that sometimes sound very familiar and sometimes very unfamiliar. In any case, answers are given to some of life’s important questions – or do you know what Hüsker Dü would do? Or what’s going on with Dennis Rodman, why the elevator shouldn’t pull you down or what the high and low points in the life of an elevator boy are?
Pressing Info: Clear / Black Swirl Vinyl
Label: This Charming Man
