(At a Loss)
MASSEMORD / THE FRONT / VALDUR
Sleep of Morbid Dreams
EASPA MEASA / SILENCE
(Acclaim / Sadness of Noise)
Man to Shreds, Man Never Forgives Ape, Man Destroys Environment
Foundation, The Machine, The Ascension
(The Mylene Sheath)
When in Hell
that most of the grunge stains have been washed off, the
principles of sludge are all the more prevalent and the
idiosyncrasy of noise punk is apparently gaining ground.
At least as far as the new Fight Amp record is
concerned. Long gone are those traces of dated Seattle
rock that to a degree seemed to refresh an abused
formula. Now, Fight Amp sound like a different horde,
one that in parts sounds similar to the humid sounds of
Kylesa, but that by the absence of such a fat barrage of
drums and the absolutely belligerent vocals retains an
authentic identity that can’t be claimed by anybody.
One where angularity is masked only by the girth of
are yeah, mmhh, kinda belligerent. Vocalizing screams that don’t get in the
way of memorability or bother with much of a melody. It’s a punk
attitude that reflects Fight Amp’s warrior approach to music.
And there is a visceral aspect to their music that is more
accurately represented in the vocals than in the music. In “Bad
Listener II” we actually get the closest this band can get to a
chorus, but that amounts to a couple of voices repeating a
couple of lines over and over. All in the midst of diminishing
music. Believe me, it sounds better than it reads.
sans vocals, are a different animal and you got to listen to the
music separately to understand why the vocals come in the format
that they come. When I mentioned the word 'angular' in the
previous paragraph I fucking meant it. But there are no
Wire-like 45 degree angle curves here, just a relentless
amorphous beat and riffs. Lots of riffs. Of the Amp Rep kind.
The kind that seem effervescent and get you all pumped up, but
that as soon as they are over with you are just left with the
feeling and not the faintest idea of how they went. Actually,
parts of “Half a Holiday” got into catchy territory. Catchier
than anything that came out in that venerable label. And just as acerbic. Yes, that’s right.