When approaching the site for a review of their new self-titled EP, UK noise distressers Cattle described their sound as ‘noise rock in the vein of Big Business, Jesus Lizard and Godheadsilo’. That just about sums up their outstanding release though they forgot it also has a very healthy vein of Morkobot about it too. The four track behemoth of noise and sonic intrusion is simply a masterful brawl upon the ear and one of the first real treats of the year so far.
From Leeds, the trio of Tom, Ant, and Chris manipulate air, thoughts, and synapses by unleashing the primal passions of voice, bass, and drums into a tempest of corrosive splendour. The band formed in the summer of 2012 with all members previously featuring in local bands over the years. It is band for which the term DIY was invented, the members in every aspect of their musical presence and upon the release produced each and every turn of its muscular confrontation from mixing and recording to packaging and its release.
First track Rockets opens with a lone resonating bass thought, its presence emotively languid and to be honest not necessarily the most obvious of invitations. It is just a melancholic breath though, an aural sigh before the instrument picks up its head and starts to capture the imagination and attention with skilled and devious expertise. With magnetic unpredictable beats and air hassling vocal squalls the track evolves into a grooved conspirator which in no time has caged and fired up a lustful ardour for its virulent sound. Vocals soon score and graze the senses with their scowling spite whilst the drums pick the ear with lethal, concise, and uncompromising accuracy. By the time the track is reaching its compelling climax there is a maelstrom of irresistible invention and caustic passion at play which entices like a devilry conjured by a hybrid mix of again Morkobot and Rip, Rig & Panic.
The following Whoa Bessie initially teases with melodic bass incitement soon accompanied by resonating forthright beats and then gradually expands into a sludge lent swagger and corruptive intensity. Into its magnetic stride the track greedily ravishes the atmosphere, its raw distorted voice a sonic abrasion at its most delicious and the vocals themselves an undisguised fury with a wonderful lack of definition and restraint. The bass perverts the clarity of its notes into a twisted and riled grind with a touch upon the senses as vexatious as a sand blaster giving extra venom to the glorious scourge upon person and thoughts, and though it does not reach the contagion of the first it is a persuasive and thrilling irritant.
Sun Fangs and Wide Eyes is a sonic seduction from its very first breath, the cleaner yet still roughly glazed vocals given a clear run at the ear as the bass and beats pick their punches and spots around them. A storm soon consumes the ambience of the song though to envelope the listener in another infectious quarrel of noise and fuzz coated energy. Like all the tracks it brings dissidence to its encounter which impacts and excites whilst continually scarring and exploiting already smarting wounds each delivers with insidious craft to leave one breathless and hungry.
Final track Pyramid Shaped Hole has improv looseness to its tempestuous stomp of snarling riffs, tempting rhythms, and jazzy wantonness. Like throughout the release, the sound is a thick and imaginative wash with the carnally driven side of the bass especially irresistible and intimidatingly entrancing, but on the closer everything finds extra mischief and riveting imagination to ignite the same in the listener.
Cattle is a band you know will only get better and better which on the evidence of their outstanding EP is a truly exciting thought. Noise has never come in a finer blistering sonic frenzy and is waiting for attention as a name your price download @ http://cattle.bandcamp.com/
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