Clubfooted Nonsense Yowled Through Thick Walls

As usual with screaming Americans doing the clonic neuronic Euro-art-student-with-guitar sound, it's impossible to intuit any of what Seattle's Chromatics are writing about. Vocal yowling is reverberated through a mile of tin-walled hall, song titles reveal zilch, and neither do the lyrics, printed small to torment those with failing vision.

Plaster Hounds is scratchingly loud in the right places, though, which is almost all the time. Another weapon is a great drummer who plays in the holes left over by the stringed instruments, if not the other way around. Beating and controlled falling down of stairs carry "24/32/22/22" almost by themselves.

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