DOWNLOAD: Daughters, "Cheers, Pricks" (mp3)
"We try to sound as fucked up as possible," Daughters told us around the time of their last album. "And I think we're getting stranger musically. The hardcore kids say we're lightening up, but that's bullshit. This next time out we've decided to write the heaviest we've ever written, more extreme, more bizarre. It'll be cool." And so it fucking is. Providence’s foremost circus-thrash freaks make dentists’ drills and free jazz accessible, but on their new Hell Songs (their first for Hydrahead, and produced by Boston mainstay Andrew Schneider) they occasionally dip below the typical Load Records/Three One G speed limit (imagine a Locust album, chopped and screwed), and frontman Alexis Marshall has switched from torture-chamber squealing to trembling, beatnik-hillbilly ranting. Which is awesome: you can actually pick “Cheers, Pricks” out of a line-up of, say, Arab on Radar songs. No, really, we've seen these dudes on bills with quote-unquote "weirder" and "heavier" bands, but Daughters blow them off the stage and the kids actually sing along. Tonight they kick off a national tour with a gig at the Middle East.