Having found a greedy appetite for US post punks Teribal Anamal through their debut EP Anamala of last year, there was a hungry anticipation for its successor New Creature when it dropped through the post. It was a hunger swiftly satisfied and more as hopes and expectations were treated to an impressive slice of imaginative incitement. Between releases, the Brooklyn-based trio has grown and expanded their minimalistic post-punk/new wave sound, bred a new maturity to the songwriting which has in turn honed their previously diverse invention into a more focused but no less flavoursome enterprise. The eight track EP, or should that be album, is an unrelenting siren of post punk provocation with repetitious beauty, one to take the previous tantalising properties of its predecessor into stronger irresistible temptations.
Consisting of Stephanie (guitar/vocals), Ryan (bass/vocals), and Chalky (drums), the band has become a potent and feverishly followed proposition around NYC. Formed around two years ago, Teribal Anamal employ inspirations from the likes of Siouxsie and The Banshees, The Cure, The Pixies, Joy Division, New Order, The Wipers, The Kills, Nirvana, Sonic Youth, The Cramps and more into their constantly evolving sound. Between the two releases the threesome seem to have concentrated on a more singular post punk side to their ingenuity, though that does not mean the array of sonic colours and new wave coaxing has been left to the side. Instead New Creature drives a steadfast intent through its chilled unfussy course with riveting washes of melodic coaxing and mesmeric enticements. It is a striking and persistent suasion which leaves passions aflame and anticipation of the band ahead even more fevered.
The release plays like one massive breath of sound and endeavour, each track emerging from each other or atmospheric howls to flow seamlessly across the senses as if recorded in one potent stroke. It starts with the delicious Shuttlecock, a shimmering sonic landing the spawning for the expected intensively throaty bass tones of Ryan and the rasping sonic squalls of Stephanie. It alone is powerful bait but with the thumping and twisting rhythms of Chalky as well as Ryan’s mellow vocal expression, the song is swiftly an entrancing fascination which permeates ears and thoughts. There is a feel of The Three Johns to the track as well as the rhythmic slavery of Gang Of Four, but with a melodic hue to the entwining grooves of sonic vining, the track is distinctly owned by the band. The effects on the vocals and at times the resonance of sound only add to the thick potent lure which irresistibly binds the passions.
The Rub takes no time in unleashing its own thrilling toxins next, the bass conjuring its own chaining enticement before the grazing scrub of guitar play its cards as again smooth vocals and gripping rhythms dance with the senses. The fuzzy pressure and charm of the song continues to build across a hypnotic repetition at its heart whilst scorched melodies and a wonderful drone quality bring thoughts of Spizz Energi and fellow Brooklyn punks The Black Black to mind. As the first, submission to its call is instant as is the response to next up Sensory, a psyche searching exploration with its own web of ridiculously compelling hooks and attention seizing rhythms within a wind of sonic and vocal captivation. As with every song, there is simplicity to the encounter which sends rapturous tingles down the spine yet a net of almost cold invention which consumes and cages willing senses.
Both Uranium Son and Vulturious keep attention magnetised, though the first reminds that many songs hold similar bait in their core suasion thus at times requiring even closer inspection. This song lures emotions in with haunting siren-esque harmonies which swarm about the insatiable drive of the flaming main temptation. It is as addictive as it is meditatively disorientating, a claim easy to place upon its successor too. A surf rock breeze hinted at in the last permeates with stronger intent across the song, wrapping senses in greater virulence as discord majesty teases ears before Owls next idles in on a rhythmic lure. It is soon doused in discordance and sonic colour too, its croon casting an emotive post punk chill within reined in punk tenacity. Impossible to resist twisting hips and voices to, the track is another unavoidable cage of anthemic and instinctive exhortation.
New Creature is brought to a pungent close with through firstly Megavolts, the track cascading sonic bolts down on the senses as it settles into a sinew strapped stride of roaming sonic binding and rhythmic compulsion. The caustic air which glances over all songs is at its most abrasing and magnetic here igniting ears ready for the majestic distortion drenched glory of Gay Vikings In Love. Almost militant in its gait and anarchic in its stringent adventure of sound, the track is an immense end to a masterful release. New Creature is another major step forward for Teribal Anamal yet you still feel there is plenty left inside for them to unveil and discover. With great offerings like this we can bask in their creative journey while patiently waiting for the realisation of all their promise.
New Creature is out now and available as a buy now name your price release @ http://teribalanamal.bandcamp.com/releases
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