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Japan three piece bent on earplug disintegration. Needles
bleeding red, amps smoking like teenage stoners at “the wall.”
They’re singing, but they’re singing into a shockwave of orange
amp fury…so even with the English lyrics inside its hard
to follow. “Afterburner” has a nice slogginess to it, and
treated and tricked out vocals. Lyrics like “‘Generally’ is
doubting, ‘Basically’ is betrayed” are almost as heavy as
their retro-riffs. The closer, “Just Abondoned My-Self” is
the epic, destructomatic, Boris-qua-Boris. Most cuts here
are bent on hijacking a truckload of weaponized adrenaline.
Like, “Six, Three Times” and “Pink” and “Woman on the Screen”
with its old-school stolen blues runaway. “Nothing Special”
is also a charger, with the vocals having a nice detached
punk punctuation. “Blackout” offers a doomier bloom, very
very nice. The lead-off “Farewell” comes at dub with guitar
bombast. “My Machine” is a palate-cleanser, sort of drifty
with little axe to grind. “Electric” is just that and our
daily “Psuedo-Bread” (another stand-out) really cement Boris
as the best of the modern-day giants looking backwards. Long
ago when dinosaurs rocked the earthstage, this was known as
Heavy Metal. Back then, cute chicks only adorned the sexist
covers, now they’re in the band! A whole lotta Wata!! -Hunger
Reviewed by Thurston Hunger on
April 19, 2006 at 10:38 pm
Filed as A Library,CD
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