McLusky : My Pain And Sadness Is More Sad And Painful Than Yours
Sure, the title is ironic...
Blood, guts, righteous fury - they're all things the Yanks are currently churning out in factory-line proportions, and at first, it seems this Cardiff-based noise-rock three-piece may have trouble keeping up. Occasionally, the tin-pot recording - which sees the two-minute bellow of 'Rice Is Nice' drenched in fuzz - leaves McLusky sounding uncharacteristically weedy. Still, these are mere blips; elsewhere, cut from the ragged industrial-strength cloth of Big Black, come chasm-wide odes to idol-toppling ('whiteliberalonwhite liberalaction'), thunderous walls of noise that sound like a gigantic Pixies playing just the other side of the horizon ('Medium Is The Message'), and a final lurch through the apocalyptic scree of 'World Cup Drumming'.
This, then, is McLusky's 'Bleach'; dirty, chaotic, somewhat piecemeal - but still liberally peppered with moments of savage, angry genius. Someone stick these men in a studio with Ross Robinson, and we'll have something magnificent on our hands.
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