Band : Daughters
Album : Hell Songs (Japan Retail)
Release Year : 2006
Genre : Mathcore / Noisecore / Experimental
Tracklist:
Track Listing:
01. Daughters Spelled Wrong
02. Fiery
03. Recorded Inside A Pyramid
04. X-Ray
05. Feisty Snake-Woman
06. Providence By Gaslight
07. Hyperventilationsystem
08. Crotch Buffet
09. Cheers Pricks
10. The Fuck Whisperer
11. And Then The C.H.U.D.S Came-Mike Morowitz,The Fantasy Fuck (Live)
12. Hello Assholes (Live)
13. X-Ray (Live)
14. Jones From Indian (Live)
15. Nurse,World You Please Prep The Patient For Sexual Doctor (Live)
16. Damn Those Blood Sukers And Their Good Qualities (Live)
17. Fur Beach (Live)
18. Flattery Is A Bunch Of Fucking Bullshit-Room Full Of Hard-Ons… (Live)
19. I Slept With Daughters And All I Got Was This
Lousy Song Written About Me (Live)
20. Pants,Meet Shit (Live)
21. The Ghost With The Most (Live)
22. I Don’t Give A Shit About Wood, I’m Not A Chemist-My Stereo Has Mono… (Live)
01. Daughters Spelled Wrong
02. Fiery
03. Recorded Inside A Pyramid
04. X-Ray
05. Feisty Snake-Woman
06. Providence By Gaslight
07. Hyperventilationsystem
08. Crotch Buffet
09. Cheers Pricks
10. The Fuck Whisperer
11. And Then The C.H.U.D.S Came-Mike Morowitz,The Fantasy Fuck (Live)
12. Hello Assholes (Live)
13. X-Ray (Live)
14. Jones From Indian (Live)
15. Nurse,World You Please Prep The Patient For Sexual Doctor (Live)
16. Damn Those Blood Sukers And Their Good Qualities (Live)
17. Fur Beach (Live)
18. Flattery Is A Bunch Of Fucking Bullshit-Room Full Of Hard-Ons… (Live)
19. I Slept With Daughters And All I Got Was This
Lousy Song Written About Me (Live)
20. Pants,Meet Shit (Live)
21. The Ghost With The Most (Live)
22. I Don’t Give A Shit About Wood, I’m Not A Chemist-My Stereo Has Mono… (Live)
Like lots of the post-punk and art-rock they're raiding to make their robotic metal, Daughters have freed their guitars to explore and go fucking nuts by designating the melodic leads to their bass and bass drum. "Daughters Spelled Wrong" is a queasy, angled-lightning riff with what sounds like Marshall trying to speak even as he throws up; "Fiery" is almost pure drum solo, even as it has a kind of narrative arc; "Cheers, Pricks"-- at six minutes, presumably the longest song Daughters have ever written-- coasts off a lazily bright bass riff that descends even as the track collapses on itself.
Daughters' uneasy marriage of Pussy Galore-cum-Locust attitude mirrors what they're attempting on Hell Songs: A unity of two different avant-gardes united mostly by a desire for shock and aural awe. The resulting songs might even work too well-- together, the disparate elements of grind and trashcan-rock come together so naturally that the result is almost conventional, which one has to think isn't really their intent. Forgive them for trying to freak us out: In the process, they've stumbled on to something.
Daughters' uneasy marriage of Pussy Galore-cum-Locust attitude mirrors what they're attempting on Hell Songs: A unity of two different avant-gardes united mostly by a desire for shock and aural awe. The resulting songs might even work too well-- together, the disparate elements of grind and trashcan-rock come together so naturally that the result is almost conventional, which one has to think isn't really their intent. Forgive them for trying to freak us out: In the process, they've stumbled on to something.
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