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Salem, King Night
Iamsound Brothers, Sept. 28
It always starts in Michigan, doesnít it, all that new-level-of-punk deconstruction? OK, no, this sound didnít actually start with these three honkies, not at all. The basics were yanked out of the Houston cracked-and-screwed Robitussin scene, from guys like Lil Villain, Most Hated and anyone else who raps low and slow, like what a straight kid thinks druggies hear when people talk. Thereís enough of a buzz about this album (they took forever and what, 50 EPs before this debut full-length) for me to at least feign hyperbole, so letís: is this (or some crew just like this) the Sonic Youth of the echo-boomers? Effects and goth-rock white-noise jacked to 11, this is the sound of hip-hop crumbling once and for all, falling in slo-mo, like the Towers, the end of everything. In this theyíre simpatico with Sunn O))) in a way ó aside from digging the Neil Peart complexity of the dubstepping el-cheapo drum machine, I donít know why someone would crank this, why youíd do that to yourself, but it ainít my generation thatís been wading through dust and rubble since life began, itís yours. Maybe itís soothing in that respect, but whatever, itís painful (as you like it) and painfully truthful. A óE.W.S.