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Rating: These three nerdy-looking American guys, with a full-length album and three EPs under their belt, in the year 2008, plant the flag of extremeness a bit further. Not because they go faster and make more noise than others, but because, in addition to that, they have some excellent ideas. They plant their flag with the flair of those who have gorged equally on electronic music and grindcore but with a sufficiently bold gesture, they've shoved two fingers down their throat and spewed out a vomit in the shape of polyhedrons not yet conceived by solid geometry and with toxic colors that can only be imagined by envisioning the immeasurable Slimer transformed into an icosahedron to get a minimal idea.
They could easily be framed within the simplest and most typical association of their main directions, the most acidic electronic music and the most minimalist grindcore (I'll do it too while eating an expired Kinder Bueno. Obviously, with a light heart). Or associate them with some amalgamation of more or less known names from the two scenes to try to make a mediocre exercise in culture and/or aid in understanding. But that would lead to a deadweight fall into de-generation, the genre that degenerates.
Instead, Gerghis Tron, with Board Up the House, despite degenerating, carve out their own very reserved spot in the extreme music scene with a class and courage worthy of the most seasoned experimenters. Courageous as when they induced the aforementioned gag reflex.
Vocals, synthesizers, guitar, drum machine. Geometric rhythms, icy, if necessary and if you feel like it, hip-moving. Riffs as simple as they are gratifying. Desperate screams from someone who missed the last train home.
Eleven tracks without ever a drop in tone. Never.
Always maniacal in the frantic and insane use of their working instruments. Always.
Urban and mad, they splash your lethargic faces with bucketfuls of highlighter ink. Of extreme quality highlighters, mind you.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
08 Colony Collapse (04:01)
In the belly of these dreadful days
What's there to believe
I plead: "what can I do"
Don't look ahead
It's all desperate ends
But I do, I do
Love will haunt all life,
In time, the world's undone.
In time, one death will bind.
Right now each mess we're in
Puts us in fate's harsh old hands
In the shadow of those looming days
What's there to believe
I plead: "What will I do, what then?"
You'll come to fear
Each day
Each night
You'll come to fear
Each day
Each night
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