Showing posts with label Maple Death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Maple Death. Show all posts

Feb 18, 2019

QLOWSKI Pure As Fear 7inch EP

Since I've gotten this record I've wondered how to pronounce the band's name. Is it Quelowski? Kwalowski? Kowalski? It seems no matter which way I say it sounds like I am talking about a maker of kielbasa that's based out of Hamtramck, Michigan.

Qlowski are not from Hamtramck though. They're originally from a rural part of Italy and now reside in London, England. And if asked to describe their sound, Polish sausage is not what comes to mind. What does though is that old Charles Atlas comic book ad. Except in this case, it's a twee band that transforms into a HE-MAN!

F'r instance, the jangle that shambles all over "Taking Control" and "Golden Boy" may seem all coy and a slight bit blurry, but it's played with a stamp of intrepidity. Keyboard lines and swells are abundant on both songs, setting scenes for icy celebrations.



The band doesn't just stick to such a sound that was signature to some of their obvious influences either. "Absence Makes The Heart Grow Fonder" has much of the songs before its oxygen flowing through it but there's also this Slits-ish and early West Coast new wave thing that binds it into a piece of its own particularness.

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Jan 9, 2019

TROPICAL TRASH/BRUTAL BIRTHDAY split 7inch


Finding words to describe the heaviness that Tropical Trash dish out can be a bit challenging. It's a burly sort of heavy that is adept at thick mud lumbering but also can pivot into flashes of constant swiftness with the blink of an eye. It's a heaviness that often has a metallic and glaring sheen to it but it's also something much more cosmic along with being quite venomous.

It's sensical to pin the punk tag onto the band for their attitude and approach and the sound is not punk in a way Sluggo Smith used the word. It's menacing and disturbing. It's also got a freakin' groove too which gives their songs different shades from each other rather than the same paint by numbers thing over and over.

For this go-round, Tropical Trash's side, "Last Night Straight", is like a hulking piece of earth moving machinery. One that has been covered in moss that got its hydration from spilled bong water. It's spongy and earthy at the surface but deeper in, its relentlessness covers quite a wide berth.



Being that at least one member of Italy's Brutal Birthday is from the cabal of guitar feedback habitues known as Hallelujah!, I expected a bit of loud volume worship and a ton of splatter and I was not let down. Swampy and unhinged, "Facts" buzzes and stings like its inside the most psychotic of hornet nests and gives off a feeling similar to being beaten with a chain and then crawling across a public restroom floor that Grong Grong once spilled an execrable concoction of a cocktail on.

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