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Idles – Brutalism


idles-brutalismBand: Idles
Album: Brutalism
Label: Balley Records
Release date: March
Sounds like: Getting a medal. Rachel Khoo. Vomiting on art. Loss.  

GET ON YER BIKE SHE SAID! LET THEM EAT CAKE SHE SAID!”

Subtlety doesn’t really exist to a band like Idles. Brutalism, their debut album, opens the door before you’ve had time to answer, staggers into your house, a blood-smeared hand caressing your walls, a half-drunk crate of beer under one arm and a look that’s a cross between madness and euphoria. Whatever is happening, you should know that it’s time to fucking party. What I really admire about this, is the way it straddles the line between absurd comedic hostility and genuine raging anger at the world and all 7 billion of us that currently exist.

Take for example the bludgeoning one-two punch of album opener Heel, with a thundering drum intro, that erupts into a crunching, flail of industrial-guitar shredding and overlapping vocal bellows and grumbling bass guitar. It leaves deep, ash-clad scorch trails in the dirt through its sheer raw power, before abruptly finishing in a wail of feedback that begins the bludgeoning and brash mocking tone of  punk rock banger Well Done. During this, vocalist Joe Talbot asks the listener why they don’t like/have a list of seemingly mundane things, stating how some chap called Tarquin and even Mary Berry likes/has them. “Why don’t you like reggae? Even Tarquin likes reggae! Mary Berry LOVES reggae! So why don’t you like reggae?” The way he says it though, you feel as though you NEED a reason, you need a comeback to this. It’s akin to experiencing some of the weirdest interview questions ever for a job you’re never going to get. I mean, even Trevor Nelson likes football, so why don’t you like football?

Brutalism continues along this trajectory by being absurdly funny in places, but also a savage and wide-eyed maniac you wouldn’t want to meet. It can though, at times, have some deeper more personal meaning beneath the layers of lip-curling grinning and crusty guitar chords. The volatile post-punk of Mother, which was featured here, I’ve come to learn, is about Talbot’s late mother, giving this the emotional depth that I obviously missed from hearing it the first time round. You can hear the pain in Talbot’s voice as he roars these words, on a track that’s far from polite, but instead bristles with wrought frustration and loss.

The frantic scribble that makes up Date Night is a rambling monologue of pent-up, arguing discontent – “Shepherd? You want to be a shepherd? Well good for you, go ahead, your life won’t be so tepid!” bellows Talbot, who gradually gets more and more incoherent until he reaches Andy Falkous levels of snapping, incomprehensible rage and his lyrics descend into scenery chewing snarls and garbled shrieks – superb. The sardonic mayhem of Faith in the City (complete with chants of “PRAISE THE LORD!“) is inherently disconcerting and laced with drunken, post-punk venom as Talbot spits lyrical tit-bits about Uncle Norm having cancer, but it’s okay – as Norm praises Jesus.

Ever looked at a piece of artwork and been driven to the point of dizzying ecstasy and then a sudden attack of nausea? That’s Stendhal SyndromeIdles have experienced this and go on to recount a trip to various galleries in this 2 and half minute blast of art-bashing noise. “Did you see that selfie what Francis Bacon did? Don’t look nothing like him, what a fucking div” shouts Talbot, as he continues to crudely criticize, with tongue jammed so firmly in cheek, it’s burning a hole through his face. Props to the excellent no-budget video of their guitarist dancing/air-humping in front of loads of bits of artwork.

The thing about Brutalism is, it feels very ‘the same’ but it’s really not. I mean, it’s punk, but it’s painting a different picture (or rather rutting against the picture if Stendhal Syndrome is anything to go by). There’s a deep undercurrent of nastiness melting its way through. Despite that, 1049 Gotho is oddly really melodic in places, despite the noisy, accomplished rage that drives it and the cries of “my friend is so depressed…” which has Talbot gritting his teeth, on the edge of almost tears. The sombre slow-drum lurch of Divide & Conquer brings to mind the scribbled snarl of Pissed Jeans, slowly descending into a chaotic and messy ramble when the track finds its feet. Interesting then, that the scuffled lurch of the gang-vocal bellow that is Exeter sounds like a piss-take of a football chant stretched over 4 minutes, complete with the resulting evening trip to the pub in the coda. This is in stark contrast to the braying laughter of Benzocaine and its post-punk shuffle of middle fingers in the air to everyone. In-between referencing the Beatles and Ferris Bueller, White Privilege is also another weird little number of snarling, snapping punk rock noise that roars and rages with cruel, intimidating fire.

Brutalism is an obnoxious, angry and defiant slab of rock ‘n roll destruction executed with spitting, farcical animosity. Also, the drums on this are LOUD. Think METZ-style loud, which can only be fucking awesome. Well worth investigating, because after all, Tarquin likes Idles, even Mary Berry likes Idles, so why don’t you like Idles?

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Ampwrecked 11: New Bands For Your Ears


ampwrecked11 Mastodon – Show Yourself (Reprise)

I don’t know about you, but I love that Brann Dailor is slowly becoming the frontman of Mastodon. Okay, so he’s not really, but ever since he started singing from Crack The Skye onwards, I’ve found their stuff utterly terrific. Remission/Leviathan purists are going to HATE this then, but fuck ’em, because Show Yourself, is cracking. It still has the beef of Mastodon; that low end rumble of throaty, barbed metallic-rock, complex drum fills courtesy of Mr Dailor. Hey, it’s melodic as hell in places – I mean, it ticks all the right boxes for being damn catchy. Mastodon have always been a fairly emotional band; think about all their albums, they tell a story; they’re incredibly personable. Show Yourself is pure Queens of the Stone Age-stoner-pop, but does that matter? Have you seen the song titles for Emperor of the Sand? One of them is called Jaguar God. JAGUAR FUCKING GOD.

Jamie Lenman – Mississippi (?)

It’s another re-invention of sound for Jamie Lenman then. After the double album delight of Muscle Memory (one side balls out hardcore chair-smashing delight, the other, banjos, pianos and fancy hats) Mississippi reveals another layer to the ex-Reuben frontman. Tripping down the industrial path, this new track crunches and bristles with almost Nine Inch Nails-esque mechanics. The steadfast, militant drumming, reverb-laden guitar shrieks, backing vocal chants of “I CAN’T LET GO!” weird animal howls and squeals in the background and let’s not forget Lenman’s distorted, acidic vocal bark. “M! I! DOUBLE S I! DOUBLE S I!” sing it with me – a wonderful and bonkers return. Album please.

Junius – Clean The Beast (Prosthetic Records)

This music video – somewhat heavy handed? You bet. Junius go over the top on their anti-fascist, LOOK AT THE HORRORS OF WAR message on Clean The Beast. From skulls picked clean by maggots, to nuclear Armageddon, to clips of mass rioting, it’s a bit full on. This post-metal shift and extravagant vocal delivery, coupled with the backing screams, mechanical guitar scythes and wall of crunching, bristling sound is a hard slog – don’t get me wrong, this is inventive; it’s laced with dramatic touches of ridiculousness from the spaced-out wash of noise to the odd-ball dual vocal trade-off of intensity.

Iron Reagan – Fuck The Neighbors (Relapse)

Yeah, I’ve a problem with that spelling as well. Ignore it. IF YOU CAN. So Iron Reagan, who are basically the thrash version of Red Fang – think comedy videos, beer, nerds and being utterly awesome when it comes to riffs, songs and more riffs. Yer man from Municipal Waste is on vox as well, telling you all to “FUCK THE NEIGHBOURS! FUCK YOUR YARD!” which is then executed in glorious claymation and is frankly, the best mode for music video. This rules hard; it’s a riff-party in the mouth, utterly dumb as shit but it’s that kind of beer-drinking, can-crushing, chest-beating neanderthal crossover-thrash you need in these dark, apocalyptic times.

At The Drive-In – Incurably Innocent (Rise Records)

Regardless of feelings surrounding the line-up shift, the El-Paso haircuts that are At The Drive-In have returned to wreck more havoc. Incurably Innocent is the second song from their forth-coming fourth album and it’s…different. Not in a bad way though, yes, it’s a lot more melodic than expected. Cedric’s vocals don’t have that breathless chaotic spittle of Relationship of Command; (the fella is pretty much singing now as opposed to shouting himself mental) but it’s a solid, blast of their twisted, if ever-so slightly warped punk agitation. It’s snappy and taunt in places, the guitars are fairly clean to begin with, but become more frazzled and hectic as the track grows. Interesting – can’t wait for the album.

Empty Lungs – Don’t Get It (Hidden Pony)

Belfast’s Empty Lungs don’t mess around – there’s barely enough time to make a cup of tea before they blitz through a track. Don’t Get It, is a fuzzy slab of breakneck punk rock goodness; injected with a bouncy, tuneful chorus, gruff-vocal barks, that melodic power-punk guitar twang, interspersed with hand-claps, gang-vocal chants, and a real Brawlers-style speed for good measure. Raucous, joyful and full of good feeling, this is a cracking slice of energy and zest.

Carson Wells – Same Grave

No Country For Old Men fans I’m guessing? One of those bands that the words “real emo” gets tagged on to (as if that means anything really) but Aberdeen’s Carson Wells tap into those raw feelings on this new track, Same Grave. The dueling, earnest vocals, coupled with the taunt and tense guitar sound, not to mention the expansive nature of the instruments (you can tell it was recorded live) all adds to the emotive and expressive nature of this track. Superb – you can pre-order it through Time As A Color Records or stream below.

Idles – Mother

Weird shit alert. Whether this video is some warped tribute to your mum or not, I’ve no idea. There’s lots of ornament destruction though, as you witness one of the strangest possible-wakes ever. Smashing things? Check. Men in drag flailing guitars around? Check. Bearded fella in a pink suit snarling, spitting and roaring the words: “THE BEST WAY TO SCARE A TORY IS TO READ AND GET RICH!” at you? Check. Idles twitch and snipe at you through this scything and caustic post-punk hate racket, which is fucking loud (seriously, the instruments on this burst and crackle like Coachwhips) and it really is all kinds of excellent. Plus, the singer looks a bit like Clutch‘s Neil Fallon. Their album, Brutalism is out 10 March.

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