At this point in the evolution of sound and soul everyone must have surely realised that Hounds of Hate are hot shit. I Like Triangles was 20jazzfunkgreats tune of choice for cruising down the humming corridors of the Invisible Hand in search for alien relics in the periphery of the Great Slow last year. if music is tech, then we are DARPA.
They are now releasing Head Anthem in Conan’s wonderful Italian Beach Babes label. Purple Stuff sounds to us like an unabashed tribute to Joker, Ginz and all those other Prince obsessed heads jacking Bristol’s underground, if only their white labels were produced by the sorcerer of thick whose most accomplished apprentice happens to be Ariel Pink. The result is organic ghost machine music that circles the sleeping victim like a tribe of binary pygmies armed with ancient spells of compelling abstraction.
It was only a couple of weeks ago that we reported from the frozen mesas of the cold wave cowboy diaspora where Hostage Sex forage. Well, Edmund Xavier, the man behind such wonders has many other good things happening, all of which you can sample and acquire at the Burundi Cloud. We are, at this point, particularly taken by the existential roadside warrior trajectories of FWY– engulfed by its throbbing pickup truck motorik balladry we advance towards the vanishing point of a radioactive dawn signposted by an ensemble of dust devils, in the crosshairs of mutant snipers who forego the easy kill, overwhelmed by the poetic beauty of it all.
Or perhaps they don’t, hence the abrupt ending.
Get the rest of the EP here.