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Dethscalator
Racial Golf Course, No Bitches Nancy Bennie , July 5th, 2013 04:51

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Aristotle believed that surrounding an embryo with numerous types of cheese in turn produced varying personalities; some soft and foolish, others hard and obdurate. This is, obviously, complete gumpf but, if London-based noise-schlongs Dethscalator had developed in vitro next to a block of cheese, without a doubt it would have been Limburger – a face-crippling and delicious pongfest, fermented with the same bacterium that causes human feet to stink.

  I first encountered Dethscalator at the always-excellent Supersonic Festival three years ago. Their mould-ridden walls of feedback and menacing lumber were as disturbing as a colonic irrigation mishap conducted by Dr Crippen. Bottling the stench of bands from typically-noisy record labels such as Skin Graft (Shorty, Colossamite,) and Amphetamine Reptile (Hammerhead, Melvins and, most notably, Unsane) they created a wonderful hybrid of artificially-selected noise-rock pigfuckery, with extra black pudding.

  Since forming in 2008, they've spat out a split 12" with Hey Colossus, almost broke their own balls organising Hobaken festival and now, finally, Racial Golf Course, No Bitches is their debut album (which comes with a free golf-tee because they “found out you can buy 500 golf tees with Dethscalator printed on them for £30."). In just 34 minutes, the listener is trampled by a seal-clubbing rhythm section, doom-dusted slop-riffs and the unhinged vocal delivery of a crunked-up Oliver Reed suffering from a serious case of catarrh.

  'Singer' Dan Chandler's apparent influences include Brian Blessed, a gout-inflicted big toe and The Thrown Ups (another AmRep chaos emerald) who often doused their audience in oysters. Fry these in some lungbutter with Irreversible's brutal fire extinguisher face-obliteration scene, plus a dash of sludge beefcakes Eyehategod, and you're pretty close to Chandler's aural-vom. Not unlike David Lambeth Yow, he is mostly incoherent and garbled yet, it matters not what he sings, but how. His slurring is recurrently mutated through a delay-pedal, greasing a layer of deranged vocal-echoes over the bloated fuzz, to great effect.

  Every inch of possible space on this record is overflowing with humming noise, every noise itself freakishly contorted. The monster menhir-riffs of 'It's What They Call The Clubhouse, Arsehole' and 'Shit Village', are so crunch-laden, they properly wander into stoner-doom terrain. But it's not all slow, chuggathons on RGCNB; it dangles the carrot of hardcore abrasion ('Midnight Feast'), excretes lengthy chunks of musically-devoid static ('Grotto Crank') and even deploys psychedelic flanging ('Internet Explorer and Friends.') When looped distortion (or in the case of 'Felt Leg', just the same chord over and over) is this satisfying, the need for a chorus is null. And, thus, there are none. Frequently glistening with invention and humour, this album effortlessly lifts Dethscalator far beyond the realms of noise-rock-by-numbers.

  Much like the record's cover (a hentai nightmare of dick-plants and Burgess Shale teratoids), this accomplished LP is absurdly unsettling and indicates the need for a long course of cognitive behavioural therapy. Yet, I hope these sumbitches never receive such help, as their output truly is an intensely refreshing cup of cholera-tainted shitwater. 

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King Don
Jul 5, 2013 1:01pm

Good Stuff.

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Fizzbitch
Jul 5, 2013 5:53pm

Best review I've read. Ever.

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Johnny Nothing
Jul 5, 2013 11:40pm

"It matters not what he sings, but how." I like that a lot.

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the olde contrarian
Jul 6, 2013 8:47am

Even more audibly influential in my opinion than Unsane and also on Amphetamine Reptile the sophomore effort by Cows: Daddy has a tail.

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Jul 6, 2013 10:11am

Sorry, but this isn't a patch on the best Unsane stuff. The songs have the longevity of a skittery shite.

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the olde contrarian
Jul 7, 2013 5:24am

PS: It is a bit upsetting that whenever German terms are involved, your writers simply give up in the face of the requirements of such complex spelling, but nevertheless have to rely on it for a strong enough concept the English language apparently is not able to provide: It is Limburger. And it is Freikorps (Mat Colgate in his review of Vår No One Understands German culture Quite Like Myself).

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John Doran
Jul 7, 2013 7:50am

In reply to the olde contrarian:

You know, you could have just pointed out the right spelling without being such an insufferable cunt about it. But thanks I guess. Both Nancy and Mat do this on top having other demanding day jobs, currently for no financial gain, so the idea that they're just being lazy is completely untrue. I've said it before - I'll say it again: don't like it? You know where the door is.

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John Doran
Jul 9, 2013 3:49pm

In reply to John Doran:

I tell you what, why don't you stick to your point about the Freikorps and I'll let it stand. The second you start making ill judged guesses about my motives for editing this site, I'll delete the comment. I can't - or won't - say fairer than that. I run a comments section for the discussion of music. Anyone being a dickhead I'll delete the comment or be rude to them depending on how I'm feeling that day. We don't pay ourselves enough money to put up with the trolls and misanthropes in complete silence. And as for the person who called me a bearded cunt, a moustachioed cunt would be more appropriate now.

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John Doran
Jul 9, 2013 6:33pm

In reply to John Doran:

But a cunt nonetheless.

Additionally, I'm developing a nasty habit of answering my own comments in lieu of anybody else giving a toss.

A self-aggrandising narcissist? Moi? Possibly, quite possibly...

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John Doran
Jul 9, 2013 7:39pm

In reply to John Doran:

Oh, I see what you're doing. Amazing. It's at least 12 months since someone did this. Great work.

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John Doran
Jul 9, 2013 8:02pm

In reply to John Doran:

I'm John Doran!

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John Doran
Jul 9, 2013 8:03pm

In reply to John Doran:

Oh great. Now he's here as well. Any more?

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John Doran
Jul 9, 2013 8:11pm

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As long as *he* doesn't turn up...

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John Doran
Jul 9, 2013 9:02pm

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WASSSSSAAAAPPP?!

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John Doran
Jul 9, 2013 9:27pm

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Fuck's sake.

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John Doran
Jul 10, 2013 8:52am

In reply to John Doran:

I hereby resign with immediate effect & relinquish editorial control of The Quietus to Richard Desmond.

I promise to have a shave too.

Thank you veddy much.

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John Doran
Jul 10, 2013 12:39pm

In reply to John Doran:

We've had a shave! I keep on telling us!

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jake
Jul 14, 2013 12:40pm

Sweet, look forward to giving this a listen

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Andy Parsons
Jul 29, 2013 5:30pm

This has just gone on the turntable. Loud. It's great.

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pasely
Aug 2, 2013 1:04am

this has been.... good record!

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