McLusky : My Pain And Sadness Is More Sad And Painful Than Yours

Sure, the title is ironic...

Sure, the title is ironic. But its aim is good. 'My Pain And Sadness...' wields irony as a savage weapon rather than a smug, self-serving joke; this is the sound of McLusky's kangaroo court convened - a self-appointed culling force, dead set on weeding out cynical three-chord punk fakers by sounding a lot like Sonic Youth re-recording 'Daydream Nation' at double speed. In an abbatoir.





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.





Louis Pattison
7 / 10

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