A lazy album that likes the idea of noisy, spastic rock and roll without really bothering to figure out what makes it worth making. The squelch of Enon worked because it evoked the future. Satomi Matsuzaki gets away with her tuneless yelp because it reinforced the thrilling chaos of her backing band. Ponytail can flip out like that because they make it fun.
Here it's just an analog squiggle, a pounded guitar chord, endless clipped-out shrieking, and about 3 changes per song. It hurts your ears, and it's not in service of anything else in particular. There's no message, no mastery, no fun. You can't just make your instruments make any noise you want, scream about "mary mary, quite contrary / why do you have to be so scary" and expect to earn any particular interest from this listener.
I'll tell you what, I accidentally started the Trumpeter Landfrey sample at the beggining of Balaklava in another player while I was relistening to this album, and it was a huge improvement. Finally something to focus on, something on top of this bed of aimless noise. Seems like kind of a bad sign 2/5
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