Fist in Your Mouth Music (self release)
The cover letter with this 3-song CD demo says the band has
had glowing spotlight reviews in The Northeast Performer and was named band of the month
in both GoGirls Music and Zine of the Times websites. In addition, they've
played throughout the East Coast and in such New York venues as Middle East, C.B.G.B.'s
and The Linwood. "We are now looking for a label and expanding to play to more cities
and towns at this time."
Okay... so what more do these folks need to do? What's it
take nowadays to capture the attention of a record label?
Obviously, this sounds nothing like a demo. It sounds more
like something I would get in the mail from Matador or SubPop... a polished, well-crafted
mathrock opus in the finest tradition of Chavez or The Shipping
News. Clean, fast, loud. (When people ask me what I think mathrock sounds like, I
tell them to look up the later King Crimson stuff, and if they don't know
what that is, then I tell them they probably won't like it, anyway.)
Track No. 1, Pieces, opens with vocalist Megan
Glass sounding like a cross between PJ Harvey and Bjork
while she plucks away at a Pixie-ish minor-key, sickly syncopated guitar
line. Drummer Koven Smith plugs in Symbols and a flat kettle... sinister... Mason Wendell
does his thing on bass. Gass then proceeds to spit out every bit of bile in her colon,
centered around the phrase "I am not gonna shut up and take this." You get the
drift. A very strong track that keeps you off-balance, like walking through a carnival
fun-house with a very large knife.
Carbon, opens breezy with wavy guitars and Smith
hitting a back-beat on a woodblock, a nice ride, until the chorus, where they go back to
more driving algebra. This one seems to be lacking the necessary bottom for my tastes...
Central lyric: "You will bleed into me/Carbon" I'm not sure what it means, but
Abunai!, the final track, boasts a much more
assaulting noise, with everyone hitting on the same two-note/onslaught, syncopated until
your teeth rattle. It's plodding, like a drunk Godzilla looking for somewhere to throw-up.
Meanwhile, Gass brings the melody to another level by howling over the racket. It's
I would buy a full-length CD from this band, if some label
would wake-up and pay attention. Who knows what the hold-up is. Obviously they've sent
this demo to everyone on the face of the earth or I wouldn't have received a copy. My
theory (for what it's worth, nothing...) the labels don't find Blinder's sound commercial
enough (no duh...), don't really understand what Blinder is trying to do (double-duh..),
or are too busy looking for the next electronica/techno/urban crossover to care (mostly
likely the case).
Here's hoping they get signed, and find their way to Omaha
Contact info: Fist In Your Mouth Music, 1-800-883-0902 or email@example.com or binder.pair.com
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