British Murder Boys
Father Loves Us

THE REVIEW

Sometimes just taking a look at the names is enough; the names involved in a project often (though not always) say it all. Regis and Surgeon, this time yes, this is one of those times where, by reading the names, you can't go wrong — legendary names of the most underground and violent techno of the last 25 years and beyond.

British Murder Boys, the elevation to the cube of the ruthlessness of the Downwards sound, pure technoid slaughterhouse made in Birmingham, Godflesh and Scorn as sound and spiritual godfathers, Downwards and Counterbalance as yet another toxic emanation of the city's sound.

Just picking a random EP from the handful spat out by the project is enough to realize how damn serious these gentlemen were. This "Father Loves Us" is nothing more than one of their most annihilating manifestos, with a cover that "steals" an image from Pasolini's "Salò O Le 120 Giornate di Sodoma," 2 tracks and about 12 minutes of seismic and steel-gray industrial techno assault that will make you lose your neurons.

The title track is a chilling metallic and percussive whirlwind; inhuman beats are accompanied by surgical and paranoid noise. In "Be Like I Am," everything disintegrates into a slower, deadly, suffocating groove, everything is carried forward, despite its fury, with a maniacal precision and calibration of a practically perfect sound.

British Murder Boys: grayness, crumbling buildings, smokestacks, dealers, muggers, prostitutes, and junkies, but also rush hour traffic, work... the void.