I’m not a fan when bands put “Play loud!” on the record. It’s like “Come up front and dance!” in a live setting. If you, as a band, bring the goods, those two things will happen naturally; don’t try to be the “fun boss.” White Murder doesn’t engage in any such silliness. The come, they create a tense, anxious world, dual female vocals twirling like a malicious caduceus—slithery, viperous. It is beautiful and jagged, like the skylines of Cleveland and Los Angeles. Then White Murder stomp and destroy. They leave. Rubble. Done. But I’ve discovered something with their vinyl records: they sound even better when they’re cranked. The notes consume. They devour. You get immersed. So, yeah. Play loud and the gifts exponentially increase.
–todd (Self-released, whitemurder.com)