This intricate slab of zero-compromise alt/indie music knows not where to stop in the art of experimentation. Chopped into seven pieces, FF061116 is the twisted works of London-based project Housewives. Comparisons will be made, but this is a unique and oddly timeless piece of avant-garde audacity.
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I think Housewives would like you to know that they don’t care. Their press release, full of claims of their indifference in their audience’s reactions at their shows, belies the idea that their noise rock, tummy-rumbling and head-nauseating, could well exist without you, and maybe isn’t really for human consumption anyway. Here’s the trade secret though: it is. ‘FFA061116’ might start with a sweltering drone as lonely as the blank dot of space, but it soon develops into a record of jaggedly tangible rhythms and deliciously discordant guitars.
We just, we like noise now, don’t we? Opening and closing on two rather immense, epic iterations of rawk experimentalism (the latter taking on Preoccupation’s “Death” for proggy post-punk dynamism and adding in a bit of Henry Cow for good measure), Housewives prove it to be an oft cinematic affair, almost soundscaping with their buzzsaw sonics on tracks like “Excerpt 3”, at other times jamming lively tunes that almost want to sound melodic but under are held under duress by their ramshackle tunings and fevered distortions.
Hinting at a jazzier version of their sound in the instrumentation and song structure, Housewives offer much-needed respite from the typical noiserocking of today, taking away from simple, jaunty guitar abrasions and instead making something quite maximalist, growing their skronk and letting it take its own path.
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