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far the most anthemic, incandescent, sing-alongy and contagious
track I’ve heard so far this year belongs to this California
band debut kick off track “Things Will Grow”. And damn if they
don’t (grow), Six only grows weirder and more maniacal
with time. All kidding aside, they should play that song in
stadiums; racial differences will be erased, team rivalries
forgotten, and hand in hand thousands of jocks, pot bellied
fathers, accountants, dentists, fishermen, Dumbo-eared kids,
buffy bullies, Neo-Nazis with a thing for sports, rich and broke
ass jews, and all Taco loving rednecks will stop choking in
overpriced pretzels and go at unison, ‘sha,la,la,la,la,la’.
It would be sweet. Yes, no more Gary Glitter or “Bad to the
Bone” kinda shit. Masses of people would be rocking to this, and
maybe with the soaring sales of Six, the mighty Crucial
Blast could keep on forever and ever unloading some of the
bestest and oddest recordings out there.
But “Things
Will Grow” is a cheating track because it leads us to believe
that the oddly named Wildildlife (that’s right, that’s not typo.
Actually, from the little info I gathered the band used to be
called Wildlife until they got threatened with a lawsuit, so
they added the extra ‘ild’) sails in common man waters. Not that
the track is standard radio material, the sound itself is a bit
odd and charged with psychedelia, but what’s about to come no
one could have foreseen. Beyond the catchy factor of Six’s
first track; the record also gels and is cohesive and is fucking
heavy, and filled with trembling drones, and berserk vocals and
is utterly distorted and disemboweled but from the outside in.
It’s ludicrously kooky, but is such a wild hair-raising ride. It
is definitely not about getting there but about how you get
there.
In other
words, once you get past the aforementioned opener, we got;
“Tungsten Steel Epilogue” which for a few seconds is the closest
thing to heavy metal you’ll get, but it rapidly falls into a
vortex of acrimonious anti melodies, deranged chants, feedback
and retorted noise. “Whooping Church” sounds like an insect
party with a one-armed and two-fingered Richard Claiderman for
DJ, “Magic Jordan” is esoteric and haunting, deep, low and a
little bit watery. “Feed”, is someone at the door? Are we going
anywhere tonight? For almost a minute and a half it seems a bit
dead, but then drums careen with conviction while wavey guitars
underline the most driving track of the record. “Kross” is a
lonely guitar accompanied by lonely vocals and the occasional
stroke of damnating drums. Last cut” Nervous Buzzing” is just
that; an extended buzz that fluctuates repeatedly back and forth
and then some. As a result; Six is a truly affecting
record; it’s influence is long-lasting and quite possibly nerve
damaging. Highly recommended. Gifted.
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