Gothy, warbly post-punk with an occasional melodic bent that comes out as a sort of demented surf pop. Stuff as weird as that sounds often falls victim to its own quirkiness, but the various noises of Discrete Noiseactually work to effect this atmospheric paranoia that seeps in and settles over the whole tape. This band lays the reverb on thick over muttering vocals and jangly, dissonant guitar, a lot like Foster Body’s brand of ominous post-hardcore. I can’t imagine listening to this on anything but cassette, except maybe live in a warehouse with all the lights turned off.
–Indiana Laub (Shake!, [email protected], experienceshake.com)