Erratic Erotic Nebraska Electro-Rockers Shape Their Chaos
From menacing electronic violins to German countdowns to broken washers and dryers to a raccoon penis bone soloing through a muffler to an entire song devoted to the male erection to multiple hidden "orfice" gems, the Faint's new Wet From Birth suggests they own time travel: blinking through London in the early '80s, skipping the decades between, and venturing whammy-pedal-first into future postmodern fame.
But why should their first album in three years be viewed as anything more than just one more swirl of synth-induced dance tunes from yet another "The" band? Easy: The Faint were here before the trend and their tracks are consistently both catchy and punky enough to make your lip sneer. Wet From Birth still features their signature electronic combustion and erratic machinery, yet this time it's organized, the sonic chaos structured through audible guitar crunch and jazz-oriented basslines.
To record it, they locked themselves in a warehouse for a year in their Omaha, Nebraska, hometown. The 10 songs are short, giving everything and nothing away at the same time. They are sex without complications, a dirty drug. And if all else fails, you can put on a tight pair of pants with a blazer and dance.
Wet From Birth
The Faint play Webster Hall October 15 and 16.
Get the Music Newsletter
Keep your thumb on the local music scene each week with music news, trends, artist interviews and concert listings. We'll also send you special ticket offers and music deals.