Negative Space: Cruelty
Negative Space: Cruelty
Format: VINYL LP
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Artist: Negative Space
Label: Drunken Sailor Recs
Product Type: VINYL LP
UPC: 5056321619808
Genre: Rock
Not content with pouring their bleak urgency all over the trials and tribulations of modern existence with 2017 LP Gestalt, Negative Space return with a seven-song slab of brutalist post-punk - and it's another triumph. Seething with fury, it almost (but not quite) masks it's venomously-spat lyrical content behind angular basslines that Steve Hanley would've been proud to call his own and guitar chords that teeter and totter between the blunt force of Black Flag and the dissonant crunch of Gang of Four. This is no easy ride; it's music that wraps itself up in peril before clawing it's way out and stomping on whatever's left. With song titles like "Theft Utopia" and "Performative", you know what you're getting - a pointed railing against those who hide behind hypocrisy and illusion, while the monochrome glare of the music makes it clear that none of this is to be fucked with. At times it even sounds like they've been caught up in the textured smoosh of Sonic Youth's Washing Machine (1995), with guitars exploding into senses-crushing fog even as the mechanical clank of the rhythm section continues it's relentless, insistent pounding.
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