Nov 27, 2015
Charging right out the gate with a surf drum beat played at speed metal velocity that doesn't let up for the song’s duration, "New Flesh" builds tension up with a hammering one chord down stroke and pummeling, basic bass line foundation for the burly voice singer to bark contemptuous sentiments over. Things hit their boiling point halfway through and it burst into a faceful of searing feedback. The squalls intensify and ooze more puss on the explosively dark next track "DNA Smoke."
There are moments where the band picks up the direction bands like Fugazi and Shellac for instance took the so called "post-hardcore" movement (before the palm muting weigh lifters, fat bald guys with goatees and Amish as tattoo'd hipsters look started to infect it all with effects pedals and "emotional" screeching about the anger of being raised in a subdivision came about), like jittery and soil shaking "Vertical Gang" and the title track's feeling out aural whiplash, but it's the moments where the songs sound like a fireball ball being shot out of cannon like "Leisure Exposure" and how "Fat Kid's Wig" feels like plowing through a ten car pile up and coming out unscathed that assure the listener that the band has their own ideas how things are to be done. For instance, even if "the kids" started to think something like "Heehaw Collider" would be pit worthy the silent gaps of emptiness that dot the song would have them standing around and whining about it (and looking like the goofs at EDM shows waiting for the always now predictable bass drop) while the two close to ten minute lurching, lumbering and doom laden closers, the Big Black at half speed vibed "Knowing" and the Flipper using Black Sabbath tricks to peel paint tricks on "Pig Sweat" would send them back to get in mom's SUV a minute or so into either song.
To declare Tropical Trash UFO Rot as a punk rock record that will still sound current 5, 10 or even 20 years down the road may even confounding or preposterous to some but from where it stands now this scribe is going to make the claim. If we as a civilization are even still around in two decades we can discuss it again then.
Mar 28, 2012
References to Krautrock, and especially Neu! due to the band's use of the Motorik and/or "Apache Beat" rhythms and building bubbling tension come into play a lot when discussing Sex Church's sound but these guys weren't raised in post-war Germany and studied at conservatories majoring in some fancy pants subjects and dabbling in free jazz or abstract neo-classical experimentation. Instead it's three Canadians who have been in garage punk/full on feedback bands like Ladies Night on guitars and drums along with Wisconsin ex-pat NickG (he of Strong Come Ons, The Tears and Catholic Boys infamy) thumping on the bass strings, that were raised on junk food, weed of many different potencies and bad television.
Don't go into this album expecting space out trips like, say Neu's "Hallo-Gallo" to serve as wall paper while making dinner, meditating and ready some intellectual literature like cuz what's etched into the grooves here won't just linger in the background. It would sneak up from behind you if you do, punch you in the back of the head, scream in your face and fling blood all over the walls.
Photos shot at the SchonkSoundStead in Port Huron, Michigan on Sex Church's fall 2011 North American tour. The band were intense, loud and heavy. Good thing the place is a solid old brick house or it may have crumbled to the ground elsewise.
More info on the band go to https://www.facebook.com/pages/SEX-CHURCH/94342673627