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Sex Positions
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Sex Positions
Deathwish Inc.
Release: 3/30/2004
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Rated:
Review by:
Morley Seaver
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It never fails. You ever play or hear something that you just
hate and slowly it starts to grow on you? Garbage, I
thought. What a difference a month makes.
I was just recently telling Tyler, one of the fearless leaders
of the good ship NowOnTour, that this was the worst record
ever made. So I've been
struggling to find something to say about it...other
than this is complete and utter crap. In the meantime, I kept
playing it and now I'm really starting to like it...which
means one of the following:
1. I'm losing my objectivity...and hearing.
2. It's not really crap after all.
3. I, in fact, like crap (who da thunk?).
4. I'm full of crap.
5. I'm actually listening to it and hearing the real thing
instead of what I judged it after a few spins.
Ultimately, you'll have to judge for yourself, but I guess I
was initially wrong about this disc.
After you get used to the jarring, no holds-barred barrage
from this Boston group (which rose from the ashes of The
Dedication), there's a whole spectrum of sound to enjoy. At
first I thought there was no melody, but in fact, there's a
whole Baskin Robbins™ array of sounds.
Punk and hardcore collide on the sonic highway, and there
are few survivors. The guitars are ripping and the vocals
are from the "my privates are on fire" arena. It's when you
have really, really hot suicide-level chicken wings and your
beer or whatever won't kill the heat. The only thing you can
do is keep downing the wings to keep the fire in control.
Stop and you're in trouble. (I know, I know...where's
he going with this?) The band keeps the tempo electrically
charged throughout with the level so high and raw, it's as
though they're unable or afraid to stop by their own volition.
A voodoo ceremony required, perhaps? How about an
exorcism?
The band clearly loves to experiment, as echo effects, weird
electronic samples, harmonicas and other oddities are
sprinkled liberally throughout the calamity. A properly
athletic rhythm section drives this cacophony.
Most of the 11 songs hover around the two-minute mark.
Clearly, it's a matter of get in, deliver the idea and get out.
Or as the singer screams, "This is all I have to say!" The
best tracks are the explosive "Aphrodite Dear" with a
jackhammer melody line and larynx-tearing vocals, and
"The Dead Lay Very Still" that is a touch slower but just as
potent.
If you're in search of something that bridges the world
between several aggressive genres and is painstakingly
original, look for this one from the Sex Positions. |
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