Introducing Reverse Family


Ever had that dream where an insect invades the ear and sets up home to mercilessly tease and torment thereon in? If so, a form of similar reality is about to be unleashed as the Reverse Family step forward to announce themselves with a sound which trespasses and festers in the psyche. The difference is that this is set to be the most welcome invasion of ears as it crawls with relish into the imagination.

Reverse Family is the solo project of Walmington-on-Sea resident Dermot Illogical, better known as Andreas Vanderbraindrain, the frontman of British band The Tuesday Club. Aided by a fluid band of collaborators from time to time, the new offering from Dermot is a lo-fi exploration into an experimental DIY web of sounds and flavours which is hard to pin down but certainly embraces everything from post punk and noise pop to indie and old school punk.

The RingMaster Review had the honour and pleasure to be the first to hear the tracks set to make up My Songs About Life Mid Crisis, the debut album from Reverse Family which is not due until next year through Perfect Pop Co-op but makes the ideal introduction to the new proposition so we thought we would share our findings within its dementedly addictive lures.

The first song we came up against was Alchopoppers on Fast Food, a brief and gentle yet deviously engaging song which instantly entices thoughts of seventies bands like Swell Maps and The Shapes but with the melodic natures of The Freshies. It is captivating stuff even with a drop into calmer waters which does not quite connect with personal tastes. We are not sure of the album’s track order but if this is to be the opener it provides a potent start though the brilliant Way It Goes is an even bigger pull. Carrying an early Adam and The Ants feel to its magnetic stroll, the song is pure addiction with a funk revelry bubbling under its pop punk surface, Dermot as vocally mischievous as the guitar led sounds around him.

art_RingMasterReviewThere is great variety to the songs too; Bit Slits for example flirting with the senses through keys which manage to sound like the brass flames of Essential Logic while guitar and vocals veer towards the Nikki Sudden school of discord blessed minimalistic seduction while Electronic 6 entangles portentous keys and winy guitars with fuzzy vocals for a Dalek I Love You/Artery scented melancholy. It is fair to say that Dermot wears influences openly yet each song develops its own distinct character under often familiar hues.

Hand of God has a darker and meatier nature to its predacious swing, contagious hooks and a great grumbling bassline aligning with melodic enterprise for a proposal which swiftly grips ears and appetite; a success just as easily won by the lively pop bounce of One Eyed, a seemingly early Television Personalities seeded encounter and the hypnotic I Can Sense Their Watching Eyes. This too has a flavour of Dirk Wears White Sox to it but with funky beats and another irresistible post punk guitar jangle in its off kilter dub teased shuffle, the track blossoming into another unique proposition within My Songs About Life Mid Crisis.

Other tracks in the mix are Business or Pleasure, a delicious song which sounds like Weezer soaping The Piranhas while recording it all in the bath, The Legend of Pierre with its haunting keys wrapped sultry croon, and Odd Mix Newgates, a seductive magnetic monotone tone spawned track surely inspired by Mark E. Smith.

The collection of tracks are completed by Higher Power with plaintive melodies and dour yet emotionally suggestive vocals and the outstanding May Number 10 Dream which again hints at bands like The Fall, Marc Riley and The Creepers, and The Mekons, as well as the criminally catchy Sods Law. Hips and feet beware as even in its low key nature it will have you swinging in an instant.

There are so many highlights offered by the Reverse Family songs; each track connecting with an ever eager hunger for punk fuelled, post punk spiced imagination. Plastic Punks epitomises this perfectly, its Fire Engines toned melodic jangle and Spizzenergi devilry sheer temptation again emerging as something specific to Reverse Family.

With a tongue in cheek lining to the lyrical reflection shaping songs which spreads into the music itself, Reverse Family is a beguiling adventure with a nod to the past and a grip on an imagination as fresh as it is, well quite simply a touch loco.

As mentioned My Songs About Life Mid Crisis is due for release next April but it is never too soon to get into something this craftily tasty.

Pete RingMaster 07/11/2016

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The Mourning Sickness: Gets In A Ruction

Bored of the usual structures and routines in indie rock music, the safe and rule following creativity which leaves one satisfied for short bursts only? Then time to check out The Mourning Sickness and their latest album Gets In A Ruction. Now this is a release which will have you at times scratching your head in disbelief and struggling to understand what is going on but it is also an album which is a refreshing piece of fun. It is hard to know why it works so well and it will without doubt spark individual and distinct reactions from person to person, but it has to be said any time in the company of Gets In A Ruction is only enjoyable.

The Mourning Sickness is a progressive/rock/noise trio from Denver, Colorado. Formed by guitarist Matthew Maher, the band has been conjuring unique sounds for the past seventeen years or so. Completed by bassist Jeff Dunn and drummer/percussionist Joe Wilkinson, the band has gigged extensively yet been ignored by local media and the underground scene according to their bio. One can only wonder if their unconventional intent and sound scares most off but it is surprising they have remained relatively invisible over their years listening to their album. Gets in a Ruction is the fourth full length release from the band and  whether it will raise their profile any higher with its compulsive sounds one doubts though it deserves to;  if  they have struggled until now it is hard to imagine much changing, not that the band truly cares one suspects. Released on Enjoy Your Symptom Records, the album offers a mix which can only be described as Wall of Voodoo and Pere Ubu spliced into the genes of an offspring between Spizzenergi and Cardiacs. It is a sound which draws you in and then mystifies and excites equally.

The release opens with Snow Wimps, a track with quite irresistible grooves and unpredictable juggling rhythms. Unpredictable is the best word to describe the album, no prediction of what is to come has a chance of being accurate such the warped imagination going on. From its quirky swagger the track unleashes a brief punk driven rampage to be swiftly followed by a sultry progressive weave of elegance, the strolling jazzy shadowed bass sounds a constant core through all the aspects the song offers. Vocally it is a little challenging but with a slight Stan Ridgway lilt soon that part of the track proves itself too.

The following Beelzebufo with its ska tease and mischievous tale of prehistoric devil toads took a while to win its case against personal preference but ultimately did emerge as a decent enough pleasure though never to the heights of other tracks like its successor Octopus. The song can be best described as ska/blues  punk though no track fits a defined tag even remotely to be honest. One of  a few  which borders irretrievable chaos, it leaves a massive grin on face and emotions alongside the ever present quizzical look.

Richard, a song about men with the name ‘Dick’, and impressive instrumental Iron keep the fires of sheer pleasure burning bright, the first a simple melodic canter complete with Cajun discord and the second a neatly crafted and contagious piece of metallic enterprise. By this point the album has proven to be nicely varied and quite unassuming considering the directness of the maniacal imagination going on.

As songs like Distaste For Food And An urge To Vomit, a song about teenage eating disorders, the discord breathing  Only Good News Show, and Bubby Peak  taunt and disorientate thoughts with their devilish invention and lyrical irreverence, the last of the trio about outrageously large male members, it is impossible not to be engrossed in what the band offer. That enthrallment comes with strong enjoyment too to make the whole experience great  fun hand in hand with a slight disbelief to how it works.

Musically the trio are certainly skilled and accomplished which adds to the effect and strength of the release, their ideas and creativity maybe bent out of recognition for most but its technical delivery rivals any one. Ending on the excellent final scarred expulsion that is A Study In Tyranny, a song which would fit perfectly in a modern version of the album Do A Runner from Spizzenergi, The Mourning Sickness has produced a release which given time makes for one thrilling and unique experience.  Gets In A Ruction is not going to work for everyone but certainly deserves a chance to plead its case, anyway what have you got to lose….. apart from your sanity.

RingMaster 24/10/2012

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We Are The Physics: Your Friend The Atom

Back in 2008 Scottish live wires We Are The Physics ensured a lasting adoration here with debut album We Are The Physics Are OK At Music, a release of excruciatingly addictive sonic blistering and unparalleled melodic wickedness. The past couple of years have seen the band lying below the radar on the whole leaving bands like Baddies to fly the flag of discord and synapse twisting creativity. Now with the demise of that band, the timing of the highly anticipated second album from We Are The Physics could not have been better planned and more welcome, and what a sensational return Your Friend The Atom is. Bigger, better, sharper, and soaked in a deeper well of mischief, the album is a glorious sonic sandstorm of eager energies, whiplash causing rhythms, and hungry ingenious hooks to set the senses ablaze, simply it is sensational.

Formed in 2005, the Glasgow band have returned as they left off in their debut, stretching sonic manipulation beyond sanity and fusing melodic flames and incendiary hooks into a seduction on par with the lure of women. Their sound has evolved into something which is quite rabid for your lust and attention, the band finding even greater explosive invention and devilish intent. They have become a musical WMD, a weapon of mass delirium. Continuing to sound like the mutant son of the insatiable union of Cardiacs, Devo, Polysics, and Spizzenergi, the quartet has tortured things to their limits and beyond to create something devastatingly unique and irresistible. Yes there are moments where you think Baddies, Franz Ferdinand, and Futureheads, but it is easy to argue that neither of those found the key to unleash the satanic attraction to be found on Your Friend The Atom.

From the fizzing circuitry opening up Go Go Nucleo For Science there is immediate notice that senses, emotions, and sanity is in danger. Within seconds the rhythms are thumping the ear for attention and the sonic mists twisting like electricity deeply within. Into its feisty stride the track is soon disrupting thoughts with its agitated rampage and sci-fi sourced weaves. It is brief, acute, and so delicious, the perfect start to the album and to mark the full return of the contagion which is We Are The Physics.

Applied Robotics scampers and teases over the emotions next with crazed vocals and harmonies thrust through entangled and surreal melodic expulsions. Like the first track once into the full adrenaline driven core of its presence, the song burns like sonic lime and ignites orgasmic ardour, band and track devious sirens for which there is no defence.

The crunchy (e.g. Apollo 11), with its menacing leering basslines and abrasive guitar tooled sonics is brilliance at its most greedy, the song a flaying and bruising wanton intrusion leading into the equally sexy yet less destructive Napoleon Loves Josephine. The new single from the album, it is a crescendo of surf and indie punk sounds fired through an unparallel yet connected discord driven elegance. With vocals as unrestrained as the sounds, which actually applies to every song, note and syllable on the release, the track is a mesmeric and addiction sparking glory.

Without boring by going through every song and leaving plenty for your discovery, just take it as read that the album never meanders from sheer musical lawlessness and irrepressible magnificence. The likes of And So Now We’re Wrestling With The Body Politic, the downlifting heart igniting There Is No Cure For The Common Cold So Don’t Expect A Cure For Cancer, and the sonically ravenous Dildonics, not to forget Goran Ivanisevic, a track which is a corruptive celebration of either determination or craziness, just send the passions into uncontrollable overload.

Further favs in what is an album of nothing but wonderful invention include All My Friends Are JPEGs, a slap in the face for us all, and the masterful Junkie Buns which just presses the button to unadulterated desire with its scarring energies, intimidating rhythms, and barbed hooks. Fourteen songs long, Your Friend The Atom simply goes viral once it slips through the ear to bring one of the most enjoyable and rewarding releases to the senses and heart for quite a while. We Are The Physics have elevated our passions to greater heights and are sure to enflame all others who step into their scientific, cultural, and social disassembled world.

RingMaster 19/10/2012

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