Rings Just Alot of Noise
There’s music and then there’s just noise; this comes somewhere in the middle. Closer to the noise side of things I would imagine. “Black Habit” is a messy, unhealthy mix of non-sense and sheer dire musicality. It would be almost impossible to appreciate the vision of this album or this band for that matter. You would need to be pumped pretty heavily with hardcore drugs to even slightly grasp what the hell they’re on about or trying to achieve. One thing is for certain this New York trio are 100% original, unique, distinctive…you can’t take that away from them…call it what you like but it’s bloody awful. I’m positive that I’ve never heard anything quite as bad in all my life.
Squeaky frontwoman, armed with non-sensical lyrics, backed by incompetent musicians (as if toddlers where let loose on instruments), toss in the occasional orgasmic gasp/wail and you’ve got this band’s sound pretty much sussed. Tedious, shrilling-ly irritating vocals that at points just sound like some kind of cave-woman being mauled to death by a grizzly bear, whilst a four year-old beats away on a drum-kit in the backdrop and someone strums a guitar to a remote, incongruent key.
This album is practically through composed; there is hardly any means of differentiating one track from the next. It’s sloppy workmanship and it outlines all that is wrong with certain aspects of the music industry at this moment in time. There’s a far too lackadaisical approach to music making and it needs to stop.
Anyone can pick up an instrument and pretend that they’re something they’re not but the real musicians are those that when you listen to their finished product you can sense the huge effort that went into making it; the endless nights, the tension, the writer’s block, the exhaustion and the complete and utter talent. With “Rings” you don’t get that, it’s poor and for all you know it could have been tossed together in a half hour.