Bloody hell, what an amazing week for boss tuneage? How we gonna whittle the recomendations down this week i'll never know!! Little Claw are MY kind of band. A sleazy no-fi art garage racket of optimum quality, opener & title track sounding like Yeah Yeah Yeah's unplugged in a binyard after midnight, hollowed out & claustrophobic. I'm getting high with these spidery tendrils of neo-gothic guitar on next track 'Frankie' arguing with low down walls of fuzz and primal drums whilst this odd feller bellows his shit, all echo laden, off-kilter & possessed. Though throughout this cracking album, the vocals are mostly unleashed atonaly & wonkily by this lass who rides the seedy, nihilistic shimmery scrawl with knowing abandon. Musically I'm struggling for reference points, they're one of those weird, wired, messy, fascinating & slightly unhinged bands that give you the jitters but keep you totally addicted, muddy pop structures spring out at you, popping through the grimy melee, screaming for help before being dragged back into the chaos, some of the monotone, scratchy guitars reminding me of smacked out gothy bands like dustDEVILS but there's a post-punk/no wave heart here, throbbing with creativity & cheeky menace. Human Taste offers proper sinister fun for all the family (creeps) CD on Ecstatic Peace, vinyl on Not Not Fun.
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What their label says...
Brand new LP by this fiery Portland, OR art-garage trio. This is the VINYL edition of the RECENT CD on Ecstatic Peace! Records. Little Claw's move from the urban nightmare of Detroit to the more subtle cloudy terrors of Portland, Oregon prompted some more augmentations to the line-up: Adam Svenson (of Seattle improv band Du Hexen Hase) took over the caveman beat on the drums, freeing up Henrik to bang the synth and add additional percussion. On the road and on recordings, the Little Claw sound is graced by the touch of Toledo native, Damon Sturdivant (Puffy Areolas, Tyvek) on additional percussion and synth. Comes with a double-sided 11x17 poster.
PRESS: "Little Claw, jesus...what can you say? Too much for Michigan's mirror, they shifted ass to Portland Oregon (land of JOMF, Smegma, Meltzer and so much more) in order to stew their mushrooms in relative peace. Resultant sput has been as disturbing as walking to find a bed full of live catfish. They're the only band I've heard that seem capable of tapping into the indescribable art-raunch wobble of Leesa Aldredge, watch them and tremble." Byron Coley