Friday, June 14, 2013

Cut on Aerial Mines Records

Repetition can be a bands best friend, but that initial melody line had better be good. You would hope that all those rehearsals would have awakened some kind of self-doubt, but an impressive heavy groove won’t let you escape. It could be strong enough to lead to the very bands existence or in this case with Cut, it deserve a gatefold seven inch single’s A-Side.

"Chainsaws" comes out with the best distorted bass groove, led by a solid tom rhythm and thundering like the dirge bass lines of Death From Above 1979. A harsh, up front vocal lands directly on top of this wash of bass and the guitar soars in with simple distortion loop. So far they have done everything right. His low end talking is barely audible over this focus on the bass line. That title lyric gets a massive angsty yell, but it's brief and they've earned it. It encourages head banging to an embarrassing degree, the huge hits like Pelican meets the mathy abstraction of June of 44, which is as good as it sounds. It's an appreciation for the low background rhythm then the guitar rises turning up feedback, and the vocals remind me of the exhausted offerings of Mr. Cobain. They take time developing this sound, wallowing in the nice and slow, because this rhythm is almost anti-math rock more like a primitive metal. Take the tracks from Earth and speed them up to create that big racket of drums - hear those crashes? This means business, right when the chainsaw hits, in the way Slint built up this gravity.
"I cannot follow" on the B-Side has a lot to live up to. It’s scratchy guitar is sustained ringing out in rhythm with more all tom beat, slow as anything starts. Vocals come back, but from who? Every member is listed as vocals on the insert and that’s the kind of democracy we're working with. They have to be on the same page with this, screaming sea shanty sound. It’s an unsettling place for the slow thud beat that makes you feel like you’ve been lost here for days. The vocals are all in, probably doubled or tripled up, it’s a real army sound, more than just the three of them. It gets tough, that sound of a rowdy group yelling at once. A gladiator stadium, you hope they aren’t after you. Smashing that minimal arrangement with a chorus of anger.

Get this from their bandcamp page or see if the usual local distro's carry it.

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