Smiling, At The Hypogonder Club
©Third Mind. UK, 1985
‟Readers of more mature years might remember when Indie's were "dangerous", when every home studio bleep was proof of authenticity as valid as the surface hiss scratches of Delta Blues records. Obscurity an elitist thing to be nutured; professionalism a shrinkwrap subject to be avoided.
Perhaps it's the new economic realism you read about in the financial pages, or the Yuppie success Now syndrome or a natural evolutionary tendence to more visible forms, or maybe just boredom - whatever, all that's been done to death. Even Attrition - D.I.Y. par excellence on their '84 "Attriton of Reason" LP and "Voice of God" EP - have moved several stalls upmarket. What you gauged from last years' Dancefloor 12" "Shrinkwrap" gets consumated here across ten tracks impeccably high-gloss enough to make the majors wince.
They run from "Fusillade's" Cocteau-fragility through the acoustic whimsey and electro hip-hop fizz of "Look Out! Hedonist", the churchy wierdness 'n' fast-cut time change 'n' dalek voices of "Mind Drop" ("she's a pedigree/without any highs/I'm a sled dog/with a surprise"), the eerie stoned tone poem "My Eyes" delivered in Marianne's Nicoesque Dutch voice-over, into NRG machine-noise bass-lines and back out the other side.
It seems churlish to ask for more. Sumptuously care-packaged, luxurious depth and width of sound - the acceptable face of Indies, this is a consumer-aimed coming of age for Attrition. Stripped of "dangerous mystique", nude in the hypermarket jungle, all they lack is a more heavyweight promo. Perhaps that comes with the video?‟
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