Distophia - 'Soda Lake' (Necessary)
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By: Toby L
You want change. Make change.
Seemingly, Hundred Reasons, Seachange, Oceansize, Kinesis, Kill Kenada, Thursday, Funeral For A Friend and the smattering of meaningful art-emo-punkers presently serenading/battering ears around had the same nagging frustration. 'Where's the passion?'
Evidently too, Birmingham's Distophia weren't far behind. Here we have a foursome barely out of their teens, yet mustering esteem and ragged, wild instrumental throttles and noisy guitar-grappling tantrums 'n' fiddly white noise fit for Sonic Youth standards of pretension.
But, if it weren't for the accompanying gusto and vehement vocal-cracking, and underlying, ambient morbidity of the whole thang, it'd render useless. Fortunately, all the above is present - and then some. 'San Diego Hair' and 'Cats Of Brazil' shimmer and shake with pummelling, rapt, pressing and unleashed, Trail Of Dead-rage, whilst 'Winnifred Whyte' reveals the other end of the spectrum - a clumsy, doting Pavement-y shuffle.
Filed alongside the segued, tormenting clamour of 'Conservative Drive', frantic 'n' tuneful strum of 'Joanne', and drama-ridden, grandiose spark of 'The Ancient Key' - a favourable, if confusing, blend between The Futureheads and Biffy Clyro - or final Armageddon of 'Open Glory', Distophia have unearthed the perfect blend between lo-fi, prog and hardcore, whilst retaining their trendy indie-cred and acumen in full bloom. A feat indicative of true masters of an art, it'll be little time 'til such endeavours see them descend towards the worthy magnitude of those that previously paved the way.
God bless this mess.
Artists in this article: Distophia
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