30: OCT : 06
ANGELSPIT -
KRANKHAUS (Dancing Ferret)
 The
photos in the inlay booklet look like stills from a post-apocalypse
production of Alice In Wonderland. Angelspit seem to have created
their own surreal world, a cyber-gangster version of Grimm's Fairy
Tales, and if indeed they ever did turn their visual ideas into
a movie I'm sure Peter Greenaway and Terry Gilliam would be fighting
over the director's chair. Meanwhile, we have their audio ideas
to go on. If you've ever wondered what Mad Max would have rinsing
out of his boombox if he ever decided to try a little breakdancing,
here's that very soundtrack. Beats pound; electronic discords fight
it out. Everything is fuzzed up like it's coming from a radio that's
been ramped up too loud, and when the electronic apocalypse thus
created is reinforced with a wall of massed guitars - hear them
suddenly start riffing away like a squadron of stormtroopers on
'Exile' - then there's nothing to do but get your tin hat on and
boogie.
Angelspit are as electronic as the interior of
your computer, while also being as punk as fuck. Their mutant-rap
workouts sound like the Beastie Boys in a bad mood, although when
female vocalist Destroyx lends a laconic, offhand rap to '100%',
it's as if we're suddenly in the presence of a dominatrix...and
she's not impressed. Then the unwary listener is pitched into 'Juicy',
on which ZooG, the male half of Angelspit, assumes a distinctly
disturbing bedroom manner -'I'm feeling ripe!', he exclaims, and
it's hard not to start edging nervously towards the door. Now we
know why they wear all that wipe-clean PVC.
In a world of electro-industrial-dance-whatever
artists that often seem to be following exactly the same rule book,
Angelspit are immediately, obviously, different - and not simply
because their fevered imaginations have conjured up an entire surrealist
future-universe. Their unholy mash-up of punk, rap, brutalist beats
and distressed electronics certainly isn't easy listening, but there's
a unique and ingenious wit at work here. Krank it, kids. The sonic
apocalypse is upon us. And it's a groovy little fucker.
NEMISIS TO GO Webzine
: www.nemesis.to/records.htm |
