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$21.99 LP
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RASPBERRY BULBS
Deformed Worship
(Blackest Ever Black)
"Cracked Flesh"
"Groping the Angel's Face"
Raspberry Bulbs is a modern rock band that defies easy classification. People immediately reach for indie comparisons, hint at black metal (Bone Awl connection) and noise (Hospital Productions connection) in reviews, and you can often see the group playing live with today's crop of NYHC mutanoids. However, Raspberry Bulbs are lone wolves -- they don't quite fit in -- and it's exciting to witness this kind of thing happening in real time. Deformed Worship is Raspberry Bulbs' second proper album (the first with a full band), and Blackest Ever Black's first 'rock' record in their ever-growing catalog of experimental newcomers. It's a strong effort and immediately solidifies the group's place in aughts punk history. Think about it contextually -- when is the last time a record label with an almost entirely electronic roster released an album of pummeling rockist assault?
None of this would matter if the music itself didn't truly kill, and it does. Opener "Cracked Flesh" kicks off with a 1-2 guitar crunch, with vocalist/bandleader Marco del Rio lending a heavy wallop about 30 seconds into the song, propelling it forward with a hardcore energy. Throughout the album, drummer (and Other Music staffer) Ning Nong delivers gut-punch fills and driving cymbals, often leading the group into jarring start/stops. The 'guitar section' drives hard the whole record, knocking songs out, standing them back up again, and then descending in a new direction before you've fully recovered. A few tracks in, "Before Man" is their "Ready to Fight," with the song sticking to a plodding, unrelenting mid-tempo downer beat. Later, "Groping the Angel's Face" stands out because of its grotesque vocal delivery, harkening back to del Rio's previous project, Bone Awl.
You'd be safe to say the real beauty of Deformed Worship is that it's chock full o' crude, distorted, powerful no-frills riffs. It takes the palette of great noisy '80s sludge punk (Lubricated Goat, Scratch Acid), and mixes it with very slight, tonal black metal influences, Japanese heaviosty (think High Rise) and NWOBHM thuggish shredding, and heads into some kind of alternate reality where all these things blend and bleed together in a pinkish, slimy sonic black hole. A band clearing its own path and not looking back. An album that warrants repeated listening. Kill your fuckin' idols! [RN] |
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