![]() ![]() Delving further into the barrel, “Divers” gets bonus points for not sounding like anything else on this thoroughly homogenous tracklist, but also infinite minuses for being a directionless apology of a song that should never have made it through the studio doors. This band’s style is at once taste-makingly ambitious and tastelessly concerted - and that is a shared influence that runs deeper than any.Īny concessions? Well, the queer overtones on “Slate”, “Pure Mode” and “Maria” in particular at least have a distinct voice behind them there is certainly an opening for the neurotic voicings of burgeoning sexuality that Model/Actriz bring to these, but don’t confuse this with wholesale inspiration on the part of their sound. ![]() We could turn now to how seven of its ten tracks recycle the same trade-off between uneasy-skittering-dissonance and all-out-dance-clatter-smash so insistently that they verge on total interchangeability with one another, but the worst damage is done before the pattern even has a chance to set in. Model/Actriz are cut from the same cloth, flock with the same birds, die by the same sword, and all that shit Dogsbody is more facsimile than album, and it might as well have been birthed by the same algorithms that will inevitably propagate its success. These were never really about the borrowed notes or the stylistic nods - they stemmed from the stale, overcalculated matrix at the core of the Windmill-era post-punk, from music that rang so void of charisma, with such illusionless self-awareness, boorish performativity and exaggerated acts of complexity that its chief value could only be citational. Why does this matter? It does well here to look back to the sounds-like-band-X accusations that have plagued Model/Actriz’s contemporaries (Black Midi above all) since day one. The intertexts-similarities-commonalities are endless and leave room for little else. There is hardly a moment here that doesn’t recall at least one of these five touchstones, whether it’s a skittering, pulse-raising ordeal of high fretwork, the brisk mechanical pulse of a bassline, an industrial four-to-the-floor pounding, or the inevitable sly, self-consciously smart lyric ( With a body count higher than a mosquito). That, unfortunately, is very nearly all that matters about it.Įlaborate? Sure - this thing bears heavy resemblance to the noisiest trailblazers of early ‘00s dance-punk (think Black Eyes and Liars), and to other contemporary landmarks that, in turn, bear near-equal debt to these ( Schlagenheim, WASTELAND and, to a lesser extent, You Won’t Get What You Want). The new post-noise-dance-POST-PUNK band is *checks notes* Model/Actriz, and they are from Brooklyn their first record Dogsbody offers a slick, discounted, entirely adequate repackaging of a hundred noisy danceable POST-PUNK records you have already heard. Now I'm really freakin' out, I just don't know what to do No, my teacher's a hoe, but I still gotta go to school, tho I thought for a while then I came up with a plan Now I might finesse my teacher for like twenty fuckin' bands So I pull up to class, I ain't even got a backpack My teacher turned around and I start staring at her fat ass She told me to stay after, I can't contain my laughter Extortion on my mind just like a 1300's pastor My teacher told me, boy, you better start paying attention "If you keep actin' up then Ima put you in detention" I said, I don't give a fuck, because I've seen you takin' dick So just gimme all your money or I'm boutta fuckin' snitch She started starin' at me then she laughed She reached in her pocket then she pulled out a badge S.W.A.T.Review Summary: Same ol’ melted black plastic bullshit ![]() Hopped onto PornHub, I'm boutta beat my dick Saw a fat ass so you know I had to click I was boutta nut then I realized something's wrong I think that that's my teacher, what the fuck is goin' on? Wait, hold it, I just had a fuckin' bruh moment Woah, bitch, why the fuck my teacher on some hoe shit? Just wanted to nut, now I think I'm traumatized I just saw my teacher getting fucked by five guys ![]()
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