Skronky no-wave death disco. While I’m not much of a fan of Glass Candy, this album echoes Ida No’s vocal stylings while also drawing links to Siouxsie and Romeo Void (both vocally and musically). While this may sound like a record which is little more than the sum of its parts, it’s substantially more—these eerie songs are filled with a creepy mood which is closer to the aesthetic sensibilities of gothic rock and early industrial music (think Bauhaus and, to a lesser extent, Throbbing Gristle in that band’s more melodic moments) as well as the edgy, brittle saxophone sound best exemplified in free jazz and by James Chance. I can’t help but feel that I should be dressed like a Droog, drinking laced milk in a bar lit only by black lights and filled with dry ice drifting across the floor while people wearing too much lace and velvet pull the flames down on the dance floor.
–scott (GSL)