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Damaged tribal distortions from The Skull Defekts. Street Metal puts fourth some cranial punishment combining deep anxious percussion with deranged guitars and unhinged synths. This is what happens when you're left alone in the dark with a tabla, a guitar, an Ian Curtis' biography and a converge album. Out on vinyl LP from Diagnol.

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Street Metal by The Skull Defekts
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4 people love this record. Be the 5th!
9/10 Jim Staff review, 14 November 2014

The Skull Defekts continue to plow a singular furrow through ever broadening vistas, further honing their rhythmically focused, experimental rock with this new album on Diagonal. Opener ‘Mission’ sets the tone with a tough, menacing riff that piles forward on a fairly straight-forward rockin beat that gradually accrues various layers of psychedelic sound artefacts and rattling ethnic percussion before imploding under a monolithic feedback visitation at the end.

Primal beats and discordant double stops, reminding me of Amphetamine Reptile hard hitters The Cows, nail down the groove on ‘Mammal Combination’, while Pequod survivor Daniel Higgs intersperses cryptic sung poetry with aurora borealis like runs on his ‘ghost catcher’.

Next track ‘Holy Drums Are Singing’ rolls on a pounding stomp and sneering cyclical guitar swagger filled out with hand percussion. The Darbouka’s are confined to the echo chamber for ‘Holy Drums Dub’, which stomps off into outer space on a drone carpet through swirling sheets of filtered reverb nebulae.

It’s back to angular guitar nastiness for closer ‘Saturday Mourning’, which snarls and lurches into an awful yawning cavern of primitive cosmic tones before Higgs blesses us with his final verse. An absolute blast from start to finish, now I just hope they play here so I can get to see Higgs bustin a move to some of these numbers.  


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