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Red City Noise

However, it'd be a shame not to admit one's pleasure when good stuff fills one's ears. Especially in so many ways. First of all, because the band Red City Noise comes from Lyon, and a little bit of chauvinism never hurts. And then - here comes the main reason to this article - because behind the appearing noisy smorgasbord hides a truly beautiful album. Achieving a delicate vocal balance between the autistic and the psychotic, Black Lodge manages to fly across the gap of dark rock into which so many young bands fell and drowned in a pathetic style. Because the introductory riffs hint at the dark and cold quality to this album, how melodic and meticulous it is, and how far from the Lost-Beers-and-Greasy-Hair Fest it gets. Its sinuous and perverted tracks are as many milestones down a road neither Marilyn Manson nor Gary Numan would not have disregarded in the world of industrial rock. It could be some race across the forest in order to escape from some dangerous beast (listen to "Oil Feyz" or the very much Nine Inch Nails-like "Maniac Tentacles"), a frontal assault against some enemy on the ice ("Dirty Baby" and its chain saw), some furtive and violent encounters ("NTT") or toxic fits of anger ('Waiting For My" and its Punish Yourself kind of sounds): the dark shack this album is has many obscure corners and dusty reflections that maintain tension at its highest voltage.

You shouldn't approach their psychodirtychaos, but you just have to. Moderation will not do.

Red City Noise
« Tout à fond, c’est vos réglages ? » Noise rock joué à 200 km/h dans la mauvaise direction, beats lo-fi épileptiques, spasmes saturés. Tout est oublié, rien n’est à venir, laissez rentrer les monstres, ce soir aucune nourriture n’est autorisée. Red City Noise c’est le calvaire et les rêves d’un homme, la bétise et le génie d’un primate sous électrochoques. Un pas de plus en direction du vide, extinction rouge, à la fin il ne reste rien.

RED CITY NOISE

Digital No Wave music, for autistic people, energetic nerds. Run to the rhythm of the beast, die with flashes of the film-coat vomit on stage. And above all, never forget: PSYCHO-DIRTY-CHAOS is your religion!


Aussi déliquescent qu’incisif, Red City Noise dévoile un patrimoine génétique proche de celui de l’excellent Stolearm, mixture incandescente et névrotique de digital hardcore épileptique (Oil Feyz, Seax Junkzy) et de synth-rock fiévreux dopé à l’indus et aux distos droguées d’un psychédélisme sans concession. Trent Reznor y croise le fer avec Alec Empire, les hymnes martiaux aux beats lourds et frontaux (Dirty Baby, Gone With The Wild) y côtoient des titres plus insidieux aux relents délétères (Hunter&Jack, Neurotransistor) et autres instrus aux allures de fuite en avant (MoistFry), et tandis que se télescopent scratches hip-hop flamboyants et guitares shoegaze maladives sur l’épique Pass Out In Red, les requiems dance-punk de ces rescapés du tournant des 80s/90s finissent par esquisser en filigrane les angoisses d’une jeunesse désabusée dont le (blue dildo) blues ressemble à s’y méprendre à la dernière marche d’un condamné.

Indie Rock Mag

 

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