Between 1994 and 1999 they released four records with a snotty postpunk. 26 years later, Prolapse puts on an album, the title of which promises painful: I Wonder When They’re Going to Destroy Your Face sounds as it says. The bad-tempered singers: inside Mick Derrick and Linda Steelyard granted through toxic spoken word dialogues, while three guitarists produce riffs like rusty razor blades, and everyone is busy knocking out of conventional instruments as oversized as possible.
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Sometimes it sounds as if Idles would covers her final boss Sleaford Mods, such as “Cha Cha Cha Cha 2000” with nervous beat and angular guitars. The neatly crashing pieces are more successful: “The Fall of Cashline”, the massive epicenter of this album, is based on a repetitive garage reef, in which the vocals had mercilessly drown.
Some songs are endlessly evaluated, others have been improvised, in the Welsh Foel Studios, where The Fall and My Bloody Valentine recorded. With the latter, prolapse parts the preference for the monstrously gelayed sound, but where MBV hide pretty melodies in through produced sound walls, prolapse is simply pondered. It has to be like that, for an album that hurts as his title.
This review was first published in the MusikExpress 09/25.