If you have just gave yourself a drink after “Abandon”, the first piece on all that is over and has set up on a cozy Bauhaus-heavy wave evening at the second, “to the bones”, it will be WUSCH at the latest with “Descartes”! – and sprints take the red wine out of your hand and devastate the booth.
Recommendations of the editorial team
As on Letter to Self, the Irish band’s debut from last year, but significantly fuzzier, there is again a decent round (post) punk on the feeding board. After all the years, you have the quiet-sound dynamics that have been working with which every third volume has been working since Nirvana to tear the listener from the slumber just before you nod away.
However, there is no danger here. Bass and drums clatter and buzz around the guitars, and now and then you feel reminded of the blessed nuller years, as thanks to young New York bands such as Interpol and Liar’s rock music sounded exciting and cool again. Singer Karla Chubb spits her angry texts about guitar feedback and walls that it is a pleasure. As chaotic as possible, the individual parts purr together into a compelling sum. You want to get a large hammer and disassemble the apartment.
This review first appeared in the MusikExpress 10/2025.