Holy Fuck

Holy shit Holy Fuck is coming. That just makes me want to shout out loud. Shout out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out out. That reminds me, Shout Out Out Out Out are playing as well. Holy Fuck.

Vocoders are the new keyboards. But instead of distorting really generic emo-goth rhetoric about futuristic robots commanding humans to dance, Shout Out Out Out Out sing about dour, everyday things like missing rent and always being tired. The ridiculous name and Edmontonian sense of style combined with Andrew WK party enthusiasm, the irreverence of The Magnetic Fields, two drummers, four bass players, two samplers, five synthesizers, five cowbells, two octapads, the aforementioned vocoder, and an infectious live energy equals funnnnnnnnnnn.

Holy Fuck.

I just like writing that. Holy Fuck. Holy Fuck. I could keep going in that direction by saying things like, "Holy fuck, Holy Fuck live up to the name", but Holy Fuck are much more than just a good name. Holy Fuck sound like the guys from Lightning Bolt started a Krautrock band; all distorted instrumental jams made on duck-taped Korgs and apparently totally improvised. Holy Fuck I can't wait. Holy Fuck. Holy Fuck.

Holy Fuck I just checked out the opening band's Myspace Page and they sound really terrible. They sound like they are from Montreal or something. Oh wait, they are. They sound like a bad version of Stars.

Thursday, September 28, Richards on Richards.