#2897 Carpenter Brut - Leather Teeth

in which Carpenter Brut trade the blunt muscle of Trilogy for something creepier, more operatic, more eerily memorable. The poppy vocal tracks . . .

Aside: CB's live show's a slasher phantasmagoria that ends, perfectly, with a cover of She's a Maniac.

the vocal tracks work that same way here, worming into the space between the disposability of the 80's and the decade's insidious, exploitative violence.

this might be a brilliant album. Moving beyond hey-remember halcyon nostalgia-nicking to point out how fucked the era was, and how maybe we're all still fucked the same way now, but fuckit, let's dance. Live drums, hellacious synths, swaths of guitars, it's a bewildering phantom soundtrack to a movie you hope doesn't become reality 4/5