Moody, muddy, chaotic and ever-so-hardcore, No Form are one of Leeds' very own, a band unfurling the conventions and homogeneities of punk rock. Transfused with industrial influences and unfamiliar instruments, No Form recall Brutal Blues and Throbbing Gristle amidst their hardcore ruins.
8/10 Robin Staff review, 23 June 2015
Ah, No Form. You are true to your name. I mean, kinda: you have form, but you also have no form, so it just about evens out. On the Leeds-grown punkers’ new record, the band continue to spit out the conventions of hardcore while still sounding furious, energised and occasionally lost and in a wash of accidental avant-garde. Think John Zorn but he just listened to straight-up hardcore and never played in a jazz ensemble. Or: just think punks being weird. That’ll do.
A most daring record, ‘No Form’ sees the band of a very similar or maybe even the same name twist their genre affections inside out, with vocals unhinged and unparsed into rhythm -- it sounds like screamed spoken word, at points, with guitars squealing beneath not as a point of reference but as an affirmation of total chaos. The production is vital, though: it positions our narrator way out in the leftfield as the drums and feedback barrage in the fore. Moments of more plain hardcore are squeezed in, like “Meander” and its fastcore drums, but even these are interspersed with riffs that sound like they’ve thrown up tech metal.
On the flip No Form just jam for half a dozen minutes, riding in on what sounds like a horn being blown furiously (probably not, though -- more on that story as it develops). The piece has a Magik Markers-esque sense of noise rock futility, with a muddy riff going back and forth like a metronome as feedback is squeezed from concentrate. It’s pretty versatile considering what it rises up against from side A. Maybe they should be called No Forms, instead. Maybe not though.
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