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Thirty years ago, I witnessed Al Jorgensen chug a bottle of vodka while getting a tattoo and waiting for the acid to kick in. Unrelated, it doesn’t sound like a lot has changed, and fans of this aggressive industrial music outfit should be pleased.
No denying this band exists in a dual space of Gen X ridicule and genuine nostalgia. The new album is filled with the same sunny indie-rock wink-and-grin disposition that rightfully earned them the title, broadcasting into/from the airwaves of 1994.
One final challenge awaits: swim through the Reservoir of Bliss, filled with honey, liquid moonlight, and endorphins, then dance in slow motion across the infra-disco, as BRONCHO's underwater guitar syrup and whispered falsetto choruses are playing.
Unbridled rock and roll from the west of France, where the vehicles may be smaller but where the spirit of le garage lives on, giving us good opportunity to apply the term "howling" and generally act as American as a keg party in the woods.
The instrumental aesthetic that is surf guitar is on a rebound, and producing all manner of interesting interpretations. This Colombian band blends off-beats, endearingly dissonant riffs, and unexpected tropical psychedelia into a hot-and-heady mix.
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