album review::Lamps:Lamps

Lamps make a sound that is course enough to smooth out the rough edges on those days when sacharine injected tunes just won’t do the trick. This driving, chugging, crass, and bombs aplomb three piece know how to fill the air with chaos, and from the opener “Eliseo” to closer “Now That I’m Dead” they do well in making their point. Listening to this one over and over again is a requirement to get the nuances, but it won’t take long for “Fred Astaire” to seep into your brain as a mutated version of The Velvets’ “Can’t Stand It Anymore.” Lamps are brash, unrelenting, and contain a nervousness that is pure delight wrapped up in the sounds of perpetually breaking glass and other free radicals.

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