Screaming Females / Ugly
Жанр: Punk, Garage, Indie, Rock
Страна: США
Год издания: 2012
Издатель (лейбл): Don Giovanni Records
Аудио кодек: AAC
Тип рипа: tracks
Битрейт аудио: 256 kbps
Продолжительность: 53:57
Источник: iTunes Store
Тексты: отсутствуют
Наличие сканов в содержимом раздачи: нет
Треклист:
01 It All Means Nothing
02 Rotten Apple
03 Extinction
04 Red Hand
05 High
06 Expire
07 Crow's Nest
08 Tell Me No
09 Leave It All Up to Me
10 Doom 84
11 Help MeB
12 Something Ugly
13 Slow Birth
14 It's Nice
О группе
Formed in 2006, New Jersey’s Screaming Females combine scorching guitars with a firmly D.I.Y. approach to create their own brand of indie rock. Mixing equal parts Dinosaur Jr. and Sleater-Kinney, the Brunswick trio of Marissa Paternoster (guitar/vocals), Mike Rickenbacker (bass), and Jarrett Dougherty (drums) strives to embody the spirit of indie rock in its purest form; Screaming Females book their own shows and release their own records to bring their guitar-driven rock to the people. In 2007 the band fired its opening shot, self-releasing its debut full-length, Baby Teeth, as well as the Arm Over Arm/Zoo of Death 7”. The band quickly followed up with its sophomore album, What If Someone Is Watching Their T.V.?, which was self-released and later reissued by Don Giovanni Records. The band focused on collaborative releases in 2008, including a split 7” with Full of Fancy on Let’s Pretend Records and another split 7”, this one consisting of Neil Young covers, with Hunchback. The Females got some more exposure in 2009 after a series of jaw-dropping performances at New York’s CMJ and a tour with Dead Weather. That same year, the band made the jump to a label, releasing Power Move through Don Giovanni. In 2010, Screaming Females released their fourth album, Castle Talk, before getting more mainstream attention after they were featured on NPR's All Things Considered later that year. The band followed up with its fifth album, Ugly, in 2012.
Об альбоме
Screaming Females anchor Marissa Paternoster is fully aware that she sounds on edge, and she doesn’t appear interested in pulling back. “I don’t get high,” she declares on “5 High,” from the band's new album "Ugly," and then follows that up with a bone-rattling declaration that sees her completely disregarding her vocal health. “I can’t unwind,” she frets, drawing out the phrase long enough to slice, growl and howl through registers high and low. It's tense, but when tension is this arresting, who needs to calm down?
At 14 songs and 53 minutes, “Ugly” is a workout, and there’s nary a moment in which Paternoster doesn’t seem at risk of losing control to her guitar. She’s a shredder who values soloing as much as riffing, and bassist King Mike and drummer Jarrett Dougherty match her with a kind of fierce finesse. On this fifth album from the New Jersey trio and first recorded with underground hero Steve Albini, tracks unfurl like mini hard-rock suites. “It All Means Nothing” skids from reverb bluster to vulnerability, and “Leave it All Up to Me” is a tug-o-war between a militaristic stomp and high-pitched guitar mysticism.
Just when the band seems ready to completely let go, composure wins out. Paternoster is scared of dying alone on the desperately racing “Something Ugly,” yet she stands with arms-folded skepticism on “Doom 84.” “Show me what your genius can do,” Paternoster challenges, and then as if to taunt, she jolts between a towering riff and a hypnotically intricate melody. “Ugly,” ultimately, is about navigating the chaos of adulthood. When Paternoster sings of feeling like a child on album closer “It’s Nice,” her band responds with a lovely acoustic lullaby. Relaxing turns out to be the most shocking act of all.
Ugly is a generous album, 14 songs in 54 minutes, and it’s got some songs that are bigger and more powerful than anything I’ve yet heard from the band — though it’s possible to imagine that they’ve been writing songs this good all along and that their recordings just weren’t up to the task of conveying those songs’ power. There’s something almost savant-like about the band’s grasp of classic-rock dynamics. Consider, for example, the false ending on “Leave It All Up To Me,” where the song dissolves into a quiet bit, then a feedbacky fade-out, and then returns with bloodthirsty vengeance, the riff ringing back in and cutting through the darkness, bringing the song back for one last triumphant chorus and solo. “Red Hand” is a terse punk riff-stomp, one that gives me happy flashbacks to first-album Clash, at least until Paternoster opens up her throat for a chorus roar that feels almost Danzig-level. On “Tell Me No,” her guitar solo hits some quasi-Middle Eastern melodic punch, like “Kashmir,” or prime Dick Dale. “Doom 84″ is nearly eight minutes of unrelenting divebomb riffage, and I had no idea it was even that long until I looked at my iTunes window just now — a pretty clear sign of a long song done effectively. “It’s Nice” is an album-ending string-laden acoustic ramble that feels like a well-earned contented sigh after all that fury. It’s almost not fair for an album to have this many great songs. After listening to it nonstop for the past month or so, I feel like I’m only just now starting to understand how good it is.