Reconstituted after a five-year absence, the pathogen-infested noise of Kentucky’s Hair Police (hear: new album Mercurial Rites, on Type) feels more potent and idiosyncratic than ever. Where they once cast foreboding shadows, the trio’s hauntings now come with actual teeth attached. Somehow they’ve figured out how to channel their quirks—scary-movie atmospheres, skin-crawling vocals—artfully and effectively into compelling pissed-shorts dread.
Fri., July 12, 8 p.m., 2013
This article from the Village Voice Archive was posted on July 10, 2013