Heroic and long standing figures in London DIY punk and alternative rock, Death Pedals need no introduction to anyone who grew up getting their kicks at The Windmill or The Constitution. Sadly though, this release comes alongside the group's demise, ending their noise rock career with a final document of chaos. Farewell.
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Noise rock from a place we never dare go, ‘London’, we’re pleased that Death Pedals could send us this excellent S/T all the way up the motorway to consume. Adding to our pile of dread, their mix of petrol feedback, calamitous chord churn and yelpy vox puts them up there with your favourite evil fuzzers, giving you just enough room in which to fit yourself. This is their third record, and it’s snarled out with a little bit more favour to abstraction.
With a gnarled sound that carries off into the distance -- as if you were at the back of an empty room of just you and them -- Death Pedals remind me a great deal of Metz, never once tripping over in their forward-motion conclusion to despair. At times, they achieve the same sorta momentary hook bliss, with the end of “USD” suddenly evolving a song out of mere noise clay. The psychedelically tinged guitars that open “I Am A Loser” devolve into chaotic vocal samples and a mud-slung riff I could listen to for days.
Sometimes noise rock is slow. Sometimes it’s incomprehensible. Sometimes that’s good. Death Pedals are fast, coherent and how. The plot twist is that this is their last record, so we'll never know. The promo they sent us came on a store-bought burnable disc that no one had even written on -- sorry, folks, but it looks a lot like the end.
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