DEATH FROM ABOVE 1979: You're a woman, I'm a machine
And what a well-oiled machine it is too. Dribble. Mmmm
Sorry.
To the review (yes; the third attempt of drumming it into you hoodlums
that this is a band that shouldn't be ignored). And in a world which
recently saw Dirty Den get brained (twice) by a lead terrier door stop,
surely it can't get any more brutal. How wrong you are. Because this
album is as brutal as a night down the Vic and you may well feel like
you've had your head bashed into a jukebox a fair few times when you
hear it. Take the risk. It is fantastic.
And the theme of the album is to wind them up and watch them go. Whipping
through 11 frantic and palpitating-inducing tracks in just over half
an hour, whilst this may simply be two lads bashing away on their pots
and pans and plucking their big thick, erm, bass strings, DFA1979 create
overwhelming amounts of fuzzy noise to wake even the most jaded of music
listeners, biting them on the arse like an over-zealous piranha. Or
something. From the primal "Blood on our hands" to the unashamed
man-juice-fuelled "Little girl" and the teasing and tantalising
"Sexy results" how many times do I have to say it? This IS
the most essential band of 2005. Buy the record, get the t-shirt, see
them when they come back to our welcoming arms in the summer. You will
not be disappointed. Just watch your balls in the mosh pit.
Anna C
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