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Racebannon | In The Grips Of The Light

A bunch of dentists who drill holes in teeth and then don't put a filling in.
CD, Secretly Canadian/Konkurrent

Tekst: Martÿn ter Haar

Publicatiedatum: 04 maart 2002

Nervewrecking. Seldom one adjective gave such a perfect description of an album. 'In The Grips Of The Light' is more a test of nerve strength than a rock album. Racebannon from Indiana are the missing link between Painkiller and The Icarus Line with one big difference. Those bands grab you and hit you like a sledgehammer, but Racebannon sort of slithers along. There's no ear piercing free jazz saxophone or aggressive rock vocals. Mike Anderson sings like a mix between David Yow of Jesus Lizard and Daffy Duck, with a hissing delivery that's unsettling, but never confrontational. Add to that that most songs begin frantically, but after about 3 minutes begin to run out of steam after which they twitch slowly to their death 4 or more minutes later. Those minutes of messing with the instruments do not result in very interesting music. Actually it gets boring very quickly, which is no small achievement for a band that makes this much noise. Even with headphones on the music degraded to neurotic background noise in no time, only to grasp my attention again when a new song began and Anderson did his hissing thing again (this is often the only way to determine a new song has begun, besides looking at the CD player's display, as there is no silence between the tracks). And then when the album is over after almost an hour you feel like you've been run over by a truck because of the constant sonic chaos you've experienced but without the relieve that usually comes from listening to loud music. This make Racebannon like a bunch of dentists who drill holes in teeth and then don't put a filling in.

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