All right, let’s check out the latest from the purveyors and creators of “hate wave.” Bring on the screech and squeal, the seething anger, the… piano and acoustic guitar? I have to be honest and say that I was a little concerned during the intro and the first minute and a half or so of the title track, then the groove kicked in. That fuzzy, sidewinding bass that drills into your brain like a rusty corkscrew. The understated muscle behind Video’s songs. It’s that loping bass that gives foundation to the squelch of the guitar and Daniel’s venomous sneer. The second LP shows us a slightly more put together Video—a band tighter in both playing and production. Like any cult worth its salt, Video finds a way to continue to appease their early converts while broadening the base to ensnare legions of new acolytes. This record should be finding new converts left and right. Hell, I’ve drunk the Kool-aid and I’m going back for more.
–ty (Third Man)