We’ve talked about asthetics I’m not down with before — the whole Hot Water Music thing being beyond my comprehension, for example — and I’m trying to figure out what it is about Ex Friends‘ full-length, Rules For Making Up Words, that turns me off.
Just a few months back, I was excited beyond all belief regarding their Twisted Around 7-inch. Now, listening to this record that they’ve released on Paper + Plastick, I’m just kind of watching it tick by in iTunes, waiting for the damned thing to be over.
For lack of a better thing, I think it’s kind of like my Dillinger Four preferences. I love D4 songs with Paddy on vocals, and get kind of ambivalent toward Erik songs, but I’m pretty all right with songs where they both sing. Same thing goes for Ex Friends — I love Audrey Crash‘s vocals, but am kind of turned off by Joel Tannenbaum‘s delivery. Continue reading →
Milwaukee’s Galactic Cannibal have been getting two things mentioned about them, near as I can tell: first, they’re a side project from Direct Hit!’s guitarist and singer Nick Woods. Second, they sound a lot like Dillinger Four. The first point is relevant to the second, because Direct Hit! sounds nothing like D4, and I’m always a big fan of side projects when they don’t sound like a slightly tweaked version of the main draw (see also: everything Ben Weasel has ever done).
The title to Galactic Cannibal’s LP, We’re Fucked is pretty indicative of the band’s bleak worldview. These are harsh songs, delivered less by singing than by declamatory bark. It’s energetic, and moves forward briskly, but it is relentlessly unpleasant. Continue reading →