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It's been a few years now since Shellac released their last record, 1000 Hurts, and, luckily, nothing has happened during this time to compromise their tendency to be completely unaccommodating and unpersonable. Shellac is still Shellac, and for this we should be thankful. The skronky guitars are still in play, as are the bizarre time signatures and that strange Albini production wherein the vocals are so low in the mix that it's hard to make out the lyrics.
Excellent Italian Greyhound kicks off with "The End of Radio," a song which easily rates as one of Shellac's best. This song is a little reminiscent of Terraform's "Didn't We Deserve a Look At You the Way You Really Are," but only in that both songs are constructed around a very basic set of repeated notes. There, though, the similarity ends - there being nothing else quite like Albini's philosophical rant about the end of radio. This song is simply stunning.
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Squeezing eight songs into a slender 24-minutes, My Disco's Cancer is a jarring, incredibly noisy record that marries mechanical, angular guitars with a superbly tight rhythm section.
My Disco sound like Shellac, and judging by the "Recorded and mixed in analogue..." on the back of the record, it would seem that they also share similar aesthetics, perhaps even politics. Whichever way (and not making any mention of the fact that they are most probably named after a Big Black song) My Disco do sound like they have borrowed, at the very least, a little of Albini and co.'s taste for clinically precise music. This, I mention, not as a criticism, but rather to give you an idea of the type of sound My Disco have cultivated. Sure, there are musical cues, there is reminiscence, but My Disco are their own band, and, accordingly, they've written a pretty decent batch of songs and collected them into a pretty decent record.
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