Last Evenings On Earth is the apocalyptic second album by Melt Yourself Down, evangelical hawkers of DNA-rearranging post-punk exotica. Snatch your passport and let this hydra-headed serpent take you for a dizzying continent-hopping voyage around a globe spinning ever more rapidly off its axis. If MYD’s self-titled debut was a series of feverish nocturnal visions beamed from a sub-Saharan desert, where voodoo spirits were raised from dusty catacombs, then this is an even headier trip. Here the rhythm has migrated to the city to merge with the pulses and dark currents that run through it.
Capturing the raw energy and wild-eyed intensity of the MYD live show, this is music that speaks in tongues. Casts spells. Here language disintegrates to be replaced by something deeper, more primal, delivered with fire-dancing fury by fervent frontman Kushal Gaya. Like snake-charmers mesmerising a writhing pit of vipers, on ‘The God Of You’ MYD will have you utterly entranced, and by ‘Jump The Fire’ you’re ready to abandon all your worldly possessions and question everything you ever believed.
Feel the subterranean rhythms of urban life in ‘Dot To Dot’. Smell the sweat flecks scattered by swinging mops of hair in the reverberating basements and back rooms of New York, London, Rio, Lagos. Watch the silver morning sun shatter the sea as ‘Yazzan Dayra’ builds itself into a state of rapture, like the Whirling Dervishes of Sufism or the circle pits of hardcore punk before them.
In both sound and aesthetic, Melt Yourself Down have celebrated migration since day one. Theirs is musical unity through movement and sound. Trans-international. They number in their ranks some of the finest musicians of their generation and Last Evenings On Earth condenses the human experience down to a series of shamanic rituals. It’s a journey both internal and external. This is musical trepanning. Musical exploration. Musical everything.
If this is the end of the world, the Last Evening On Earth... bring it.
“A scalp-frazzling chunk of psychedelic funk” - Top 10 Album Of The Year, Time Out
Snapped Ankles are London’s art-wave oddities, a group who lead lives full of creative experimentation. Blurring mediums and boundaries, they traverse through art, film, literature and music, drawing upon references that inspire the underlying dark-surreal-wit of their work. Their performances are a phantasmagorical spectacle; the Ankles often appear draped from head to toe in unruly shamanistic dress, a visual emblem to their otherworldly presence.
With a core set of rock solid rhythm tunes infused with raw guitar and synth post punk, their songs often draw upon obscure references such as Kathy Bates’ character Annie Wilkes from the 1990 American Thriller Misery and the 19th Century naive-art construction Palais Ideal by Ferdinand Cheval. Aside from these fittingly obscure inspirations, in terms of more mainstream touch stones they draw on the power and groove of retro legends such as This Heat, Can, Early Kraftwerk and The Stooges as well as the more contemporary noise/drone post techno clamour of bands like Holy Fuck and Health.