The fantastically named Glitch Trip, Death Drive continue their mission to subvert musical expectation with the economically titled EP Two, though that seems only logical considering the title of their first offering. But if the name of the record (yes, I still call them records, get over it) is one of conformity, from here on in you can abandon any such thoughts.
As I pointed out last time around, GTDD’s charm lies in their ability to meld scuzzy punk noise and over driven garage rock musical poses onto what are essentially pop songs. Not pop in the sense of the slick, dance routine driven, style over substance of the charts as they are today, but more the contents of the charts as they might sound in a parallel universe. A universe based on the teachings of our glorious leader Frank Zappa, one where Bela Lugosi’s Dead is the national anthem, one that has statues of Sonic Youth in it’s town squares.
And subversion isn’t always about ripping up the rulebook; sometimes it is tearing out the pages and fashioning them into interesting origami or deftly snipping them into puzzling paper chain designs. Just listen to Hamstring Horror Show – dark, atmospheric and throwing some brooding looks about but also filled with an undercurrent of urgency and washes of lush harmonies, that is until the mood shifts and the whole building falls on you. Such is their ability to fashion shade and light, sweet and sour into stark and jarring musical statements; Wrestl(er) Romance is the Velvet Underground laced with modern pop sensibilities and If I Could Disco proves that you can even build palatable and groovy songs purely out of acute angles and sharp objects.
Some bands try so hard to be different and then go around pointing out just how weird and leftfield they are. Sorry, eccentricity doesn’t work like that. Others are just strange naturally and this is indeed the case with GTDD, I just think that they are strange by default. Wonderfully so.