Giving new meaning to the term “blood diamonds” (or, er, are they?),
Footstep and Nobody drop a fidgety little indie/post-punk tape on us called “I
Knifed My Way to a Diamond Pit,” which is perhaps the greatest title an
autobiography could ever have. I have no idea how autobiographical “IKMWTADP”
actually is, but let’s hope the answer is “not really, at all, actually.”
Still, the innovative streak stretches like a mineral vein from beginning to
end, injecting the tunes with a wry intensity that belies the duo’s minimal
approach. Kinda like Girls or a stripped-back Passenger Peru, the band’s songs
wriggle and jump, then slow to a crawl, then dive back in, a dynamic shuck and
jive that keeps the attention plastered to the boombox speakers. Just don’t go
playing this tape in Sierra Leone! Seriously though, the blood diamond trade is
a travesty of human rights violations that we must somehow put a halt to. Don’t
buy blood diamonds!
--Ryan
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