A new one from the Leeds-local cosmic experience known as the Girl Sweat Pleasure Temple Ritual Band. If that's too many words, here's a few more: this psychedelic churn church make weird, sleazy drone pop sermons that think up and then actualise free jazz, noise and rhythm hypnosis. This is their first LP proper and we have Sheffield's Evil Hoodoo Records to thank for its fleshrealm existence.
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Leeds’ own cultish scam Girl Sweat deliver more of their mischievous noising. Veiling their psychedelic whims in the mythos of ritual, they make sleazy hypno-rock that occasionally veers energetically into the bit of the cliff where there isn’t any more cliff: noisy dead ends of thrashing drums and jittering keys, or a slab of free improv nothingness. On ‘Hyper Rituals’, the crew offer a record of slimy grooves that make you grateful for their chaotic exhales into freakery.
The mess starts imploding on itself in “Rite to Power”, where clattering, seismic dissonances match up against squeaky ghost echoes and cackling laughter, with the abundant joy in taking everything apart eventually leading into a slick, hard rock guitar riff and a band fully in the know about what they’re all supposed to be doing. As far as repetitive psych churners go, Girl Sweat pick incredible hooks and keep you circling round on them, their lo-fi squalor offering the perfect, dingy vantage point from which to hear a spooky riff.
I like this a lot: as always, Girl Sweat are hyper-aware of their own silliness, wearing it like a badge as they sprawl through vomiting vampire keyboards, rhythmic harsh noise and tick tock motorik. It's glow in the dark noise for those who like their nonsense danceable.
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