Eliza and Parry
While listening to this debut, I began to doubt my doubt of Fag Tapes. Gotta respect a label that will put out a jagged, gnashing beast like this—and from a pair (?) of unknowns. What we get here is modern cheapo equipment getting scarfed down by the early 80s industrial tape worm. As you might imagine, all sorts of creepy, screwed shapes appear out of the quivering shade in the process. The vocals especially seem to be drawn from a dosed and doped-up Udo Kier karaoke mishap. If there is such a thing as “real people noise,” this might be a cornerstone release.
GRIP UP ON IT
P.S. Side project looks promising! Maybe Naked on the Vague need tour buds?