Spain's Las Nurses create a brand of art-punk that is oceans away from the current state American noise: rash, piercing guitars scream over an erratic, epileptic rhythm section while lead vocals yell and dance under a sheet of crunched distortion. Their darkest songs harbor a tense, rumbling low-end with pulsating, alien effects; their brightest songs are angular and feral, giving off the type of heat that is only found in the moldiest and sweatiest basements of punk. Hailed as "Spain's answer to the A-Frames," there's much more separating the bands than a language barrier: the energy that comes off Las Nurses is aggressive but exciting, sharp yet savage. Spain's Las Nurses create a brand of art-punk that is oceans away from the current state American noise: rash, piercing guitars scream over an erratic, epileptic rhythm section while lead vocals yell and dance under a sheet of crunched distortion. Their darkest songs harbor a tense, rumbling low-end with pulsating, alien effects; their brightest songs are angular and feral, giving off the type of heat that is only found in the moldiest and sweatiest basements of punk. Hailed as "Spain's answer to the A-Frames," there's much more separating the bands than a language barrier: the energy that comes off Las Nurses is aggressive but exciting, sharp yet savage.
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