NSFW: AIDS Wolf, Made in Mexico, Some Girls, Liars

Published Nov 29 2005, 02:32 AM by webteam

Groovy hate fucks: AIDS Wolf, Made In Mexico, Some Girls, Liars

1. LISTEN: AIDS Wolf, "We Multiply" (mp3)
2. LISTEN: Made In Mexico, "Farewell Myth" (mp3)
3. LISTEN: Some Girls, "Dead In a Web" (mp3)
4. LISTEN and WATCH: Liars, "It Fit When I Was a Kid" (real audio) (windows audio) (real video) (windows video) (might be some mp3 juice left over at Razorblade Runner)

1. 2006 is already shaping up to be the best year for sexnoise since Pussy Galore's Groovy Hate Fuck came out back in '86 -- and heck, we don't even have leak links yet for the Gossip's Standing In the Way of Control . (It rules, BTW.) In a pop sphere where it's damn near fucking impossible to get a decent lurid fantasy worked up over anything passing as rock and roll, we had all kinds of swelling in our loins before we even popped The Lovvers LP, AIDS Wolf's debut, in the player -- thanks to the full-frontal-nood album art, which unveils not only the singer's breastesses but also her bandmates' man-bushes. Modern-primitivist mudbaths aside, holy shit is this record retarded. Needling, clawing, fingernails-getting-ripped-off screech and fake-algorhythm bleep and air-raid-siren plunge and throbby death rattle and Chloe alternating between fuck-me uluation and fuck-you howls. When they title a song "We Multiply," you don't have to ask how. (For pictures of AIDS Wolf with their clothes on, you can revisit Tia's post from when they played Great Scott this past summer.)

2. Where AIDS Wolf take their power from volcanic libidos unleashed, fellow girl-fronted man-noise band Made In Mexico deal with sexual tension the old fashioned way -- by Kegel-squeezing repressed desires til the juice runs down their legs. They're from New England, of course, birthplace of American frigidity, except for the singer, who was plucked off a bus from Oklahoma. She sings -- kind operatic and gothy, though the rest of them are decidedly not -- about serious stuff, like death and cruel gods and starvation. The fake-folk intro on "Farewell Myth" makes you think star-crossed, sitar-happy hippies, but as with every third pose on their upcoming Zodiac Zoo, it's just another headfake to throw you off the trail: they're all about tin-can metal licks, vaccuum-cleaner feedback, and AmRep pigfuck drumbass throttle -- more Harry Pussy than Pussy Galore, which is pretty much what you'd expect from a La Machine rhythm section and an Arab on Radar on guitar. Thanks to which they've been branded by Skin Graft hype prince Weasel Walter as the "Post-AOR Sweepstakes Award Winner." (Really, though? What about Chinese Stars -- who traded AOR treblesquawk for dystopian discopunk and made some really weird shit -- or Athletic Automaton's sweatbands-and-polyester spazzrock?)

3. Anything over 45 seconds is borrowed time for Some Girls, and on their upcoming Heaven's Pregnant Teens, they pack small-peckered hardcore ultraviolence into quick, nasty bursts of premature-ejaculation thrash. Nothing will top the eros that Karen O brought to "The DNA Will Have Its Say," but no one said sex was supposed to be pretty, or even nice. Thus "Dead in a Web": vengeance black-widow style, an epitaph for when they fuck you and eat you. Just one question: why/howthefuck do they have beef with Converge?

4. Noise don't mean shit without a wrapper to tell you so, so let's just purposefully confuse the gay-porn packaging with the thunderdrum object of Liars' new single "It Fit When I Was a Kid" (which sounds pretty NAMBLA, no?). That way, we can pretend the song is sexy and noisy -- which they've been in the past, prattling on proggishly about witches -- instead of dubby and Doors-y and voodoo-ish. Tribal thwumps, sinking ocean liners, Jim Morrison-y chanting, peglegs, cowboys, zombies, and undead tacos: this is the way they dance across your lawn and leave you in the woods for dead.