PC WORSHIP "Dead Rust" (Dull Tools)

Have you ever been to a party that was just a little too fringe for you? Like, at first it feels like you're just at the after party of an art opening in a suburb north of town you've never been to before. All of a sudden, some guy in a motorcycle jacket that says "Reapers" on the back asks if you know anywhere around here where you can score Meth. All of a sudden, you begin to think maybe this party isn't your scene. But you're too far in. Enigmatically out of the marijuana haze an exotic looking man wearing some fluorescent ceremonial seance robe offers you a thick, purple liquid contained inside a Dunkin Donuts foam cup. You look inside the cup and it bubbles up like lava or black bean juice on a stove. You have no idea what it is but the wizardly man in the green smog insists you try it. Being polite, you tell him you stick to dope, but he's not taking no for an answer. All of a sudden the room you're in feels very compact. As you feel claustrophobic anxiety, you slowly realize the beginnings of a mosh pit is forming around you. Angry young pink skinned punks with yellow mohawks and beer bellies are circling you like fat vultures. The wizard is now starring at you intensely, your body is now in his hypnotic control. Through his mental subversion of your movement, you drink the purple liquid. Reality begins to slip away ... who are these steel towed, skin tight jeaned, nose to ear piercing clad crusties? Then you realize this after party is a concert... PC Worship comes on stage and the trip begins ...

PC Worship is a serious group of young musicians pushing the boundaries of sleazetacular noise rock. This band does not front at all. This is some real shit.

Holy Moly, picking up this tape for a Cassette Gods review is somewhat akin to winning pretty big on a scratch ticket. Not a life changing amount of winnings on a scratch ticket, you know, I haven't gone all Scientology level devotion to PC Worship now that I've listened to this, but I do feel like listening to Dead Rust feels like being up twenty bucks.

This band is gnarly in the truest sense of the word. Their musical influences spiral through growing chord structures in a fibonacci sequence; like a blooming fern that wobbles to and fro according to where sunlight hits it next. It isn't break neck speed, it's stoned out of its mind and in love with powerful and heavy tom tom/snare smacking. It feels to progress organically, like some type of ESP jam session, but in reality these songs are really composed. Each part is pretty simple, but in sequence with one another, they become unpredictable and distinct. Guitars hauntingly linger with minimal solo chords that sound like medieval broken church bells. It can even jump into Doors territory with fuzz guitar and west coast organ blowout and sexy, sexy, reverberated and pained vocals (Kurt Cobain would approve). Primitive and drugged out noise rock that is operatic in its song structure. Mollie is somewhere in this mix, I know it, that or some creepy purple codeine in a styrofoam cup. These songs have movements that sweep through various genres, from mid-eighties glory Sonic Youth guitar detuning ecstatic arm flairs to Tibetan monk ambient vocal harmonies accompanied by jerry rigged cassette loops and carefully warped microphone feedback.

Fuck yeah, PC worship. Nihilism never sounded so sweet. If you haven't dropped out and tuned in yet, AKA you need a little convincing, listen to this brain melter ... it will not let you down.

- - Jack Turnbull

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PC WORSHIP - "Millenial Kreephaus" c26 (Night People)

PC Worship is back with a boggling new cassette, that is sure to turn our brains into a glowing pink syrupy substance.Millenial Kreephaus is the name of this tiny box of magic.The always exploratory Justin Frye has somehow found time in between his work with the awesome Gary War, and his own mysterious Teeth Mountain ventures, to conjure up twenty six minutes of new fear and wonder.His music is always of a different breed, never really falling into any particular genre, but for "psychedelic" territories.Those of you who were lucky enough to catch the ultra-mesmerizing Dune of Heroin release, and soaked in it, are in for quite a treat.
There's still a fair amount of cave-folk strumming, weird chords stretch out into breezy oblivion without any warning, and return as something completely different.Acoustic guitar fragments chip away and float out to space, and just when you had forgotten about them, they slowly resurface as woozy saxophone squeal.This music relies on blind chance, but doesn't seem to linger in the "jammy" hot zones long enough to get burnt.
Frye's influences are tough to pin, based on his songwriting anyway.His tunes are loose, sprawling jaunts, and rarely end up in the same place that they started.His tortured-yet-tuneful howl soars high above the cluttered instrumentation, with a slight echo treatment that bounces it in every direction.Now, this isn't all noisy freak outs and Jandekian improvisation abuse.Frye tends to discover a pleasant lull in a song, and attach himself to it for a somewhat lengthy run.Gentle guitar drones fill the air with a sweet,light green haze, and it's quite refreshing indeed.Thing shards of melodic beauty float around and pop like tiny bubbles, and there is a low bass tone swelling off in the distance.It's quite a breathe of fresh air.
Underneath all of the fuzz and rhythmic clutter, there lies a collection of songs, and if you listen close enough you will hear them flourish.It's time to battle your short attention span, and commit to the long haul, because the payoff is BIG, both musically and aesthetically.

Get this, and other plastic gems from NIGHT PEOPLE.