Explode into Colors Review
Monday, December 28th, 2009Explode into Colors. This is a fantastic name or what? (Do not say “what.”) Combines the raw energy unpredictable volcanic blast of momentum and vigor of multihued existence. And as a band name syntax goes, it is wise to use-often abused, rarely successful, phraseology approach: this is a sentence with the verb and object, and only three words. However, the company name. I love this, and I love her even more when it is assumed to function. Do we want to admit it or not, the band name of the substance for us (just check all the recent hoopla over Starfucker as evidence). When all the cyber crap and useless stuff we print today, sifting through the seemingly endless bands, seeing and reading the name of the band may have as much impact on us than the actual music. I know, we should be judging by the volume of their books, but we are certainly allowed to them to pique our interest. Explode Into Colors, with this moniker for a rare combination of superb shots and different phrasing, not only that.
But how are the music lyrics, you ask? Well, I would be blathering on, it was not all good? Not likely. Shoots from this relentless sister city to the south, Portland, band is a trio of ladies dead, conjuring the spirit of your Awful subversive galloping grooves, neo-primitive drum roundhouses, banshee and friendly, trance-like vocal gymnastics. Throw in the always popular Melodica ( “body-blow”, if necessary), some well-placed cowbell, DIY aesthetic and all too familiar with PDX groundswell and got a spine tingling musical séance. It is as if the future ancestral ghosts, dub, he returned to try their hands on Afro-punk feminist.
Claudia Meza, who is terrible, horrible bass lines could easily score all the underground arthouse films themselves, spirals her macabre yelps in scintillating heights. Thus, the release of their final syllables in the ether is pure hypnosis. Lisa Schonberg, sit-down and percussionist Heather Treadway, stand-up percussionist, participation in and beat noise, which are ancient foundations, which sounds as much forward thinking as they do not know. They are inventive and thoughtful and exciting. This is music we raised from the underworld.