The mighty Mancunian GNOD juggernaut rolls ever onwards with a fierce five-strack statement, potently titled Just Say No To The Psycho Right-Wing Capitalist Fascist Industrial Death Machine. The music bites as hard as the righteous title, with repeato-riffs pushing the dense psych monoliths along. It’s out on Rocket Recordings.
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I told my parents to go and watch King Gizzard at Glastonbury or wherever they were with the premise that they’re ‘sorta noisy psych’. Seeing as they hadn’t listen to psych rock for around 40 years, a lot has changed since then, and upon reporting back they exclaimed ‘not very psych at all - they’re just a metal band - yuck!’
I’m having the same dilemma with this here Gnod record, and for the first time in my life start to feel like I’m turning into my parents. I dunno, psych? This is crazy industrial noise rock at its most chugging and ferocious, so my only conclusion is that people only have bad trips these days. That’s the first track, anyway. The second brings the tempo down for some Om-level stoner doom plod over a looping sample, again, serious low-slung chug here. I guess repetition is the only qualifier for psych these days. [Shut up Laurie, you sound like a loser - ed]
Regardless of genre tags and inherited grumpiness, Just Say No… is a fine collection of rumbling aggression jams punctuated by drowned shouts and occasional vocal snippets saying something subversive about society and the rich elite. It’s a powerful and refined palette that recalls slow arid US rock as much as bands like the Heads and probably doesn’t care about whether it’s psych or not. Brace yourself, Clint - there’re some angry tweets coming your way.
10/10 Jonny C Customer review, 30th March 2017
I can't praise this album highly enough. Thanks to the civically-minded folks at Gnod, when the Psycho Right-Wing Capitalist Fascist Industrial Death Machine approached me, in their car made of migrant worker corpses, I knew to say "NO" emphatically.
You should have seen the desperate sadness in their eyes as I played them the loud and abrasive guitars and shouted vocals of this LP. "The game is up", "We've been caught bang to rights this time" and "Wow, that's abrasive guitar work", were just some of the comments made as the Psycho Right-Wing Capitalist Fascist Industrial Death Machine sputtered back to the lock-up with its now politically re-aligned passengers crying the first sobs of a new, communal awareness.
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