{"id":18922,"date":"2013-05-20T22:30:31","date_gmt":"2013-05-20T20:30:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.menzaprikoritu.org\/?p=18922"},"modified":"2021-11-26T23:24:38","modified_gmt":"2021-11-26T22:24:38","slug":"the-subsonics-usa","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/menzaprikoritu.kudmreza.org\/?p=18922","title":{"rendered":"The Subsonics (USA)"},"content":{"rendered":"

At long last, SUBSONICS have descended again upon the denizens of the steamy rock\u2019n\u2019roll jungle with their first album in five years, “In the Black Spot” (Slovenly Recordings 702-112)! Subsonics have been called the “Best band in Atlanta” by fellow Georgians BLACK LIPS and for good reason: previous works by this beatnik, noir-punk careen machine have left indelible marks, or black spots if you will, on the psyche of big-bam-boom-shang-a-lang rockers the world over during their nearly two-decade tenure. This new album brings more of singer Clay Reed’s petulant, masculine-feminine vocals and surreal lyricism, shaken up with his signature garroted guitar, Buffi Aguero\u2019s inventive, incessantly churning drumming, and Rob Delbueno’s (Man? Or Astroman?) rolling basement bass.<\/p>\n

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On this latest spin, previously unwritten, yet eerily familiar, melodies echo in the catacombs of America’s soul and ring throughout with a childish enthusiasm, like a funky delinquent’s budget bubblegum album. What we really have here is an obsessive, detached drop-in to an after-hours opium den, where Super-8 movies are projected onto a soiled sheet, and the soundtrack is undeniably Subsonics.<\/p>\n


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