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A Place to Bury Strangers
FILTER Grade: 87%

By Ken Scrudato on June 26, 2012


A Place to Bury Strangers

With parts of the New York music scene having devolved into insufferable twee-ness, there’s never been a greater exigency for A Place to Bury Strangers—a band that would sooner draw blood from your ears than tears from your eyes. Indeed, APTBS have never been shy about the business of sonic terror. But their newest, the relentlessly brilliant Worship, seems designed to drive the listening public violently to their knees. Opener “Alone,” with its grisly explosions and writhing beat, is an instant assault on all the senses and sensibilities. But “Mind Control,” with its nasty fuzz-scuzz guitars and pitiless speed, as well as the title track’s death-march stomp, take this attack yet further still. There are some chillingly gothic moments (“Fear” recalling the desolate, threatening soundscapes of The Cure’s Pornography), but this is mostly the aural spawn of the likes of Killing Joke and The Jesus and Mary Chain, APTBS veritably matching the latter’s way with a ravishing melody. If the modern world is, as social theorist George Steiner once put it, “a culture inebriated by noise,” then Worship is a case and a half of pure-grain-fucking-alcohol. Bottoms up. 

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