It's getting to feel like summer out there- the sun is bearing down, and the heat is soaking in, cooking your innards like a sack of giblets crammed in the body cavity of a Thanksgiving turkey (which they kinda are anyway). What are you going to do to avoid heat stroke? What's the plan? Pull the tab on a cold one and sit under a fan? Guzzle some gazpacho? Listen to Cold Summer's
Den Umständen Entsprechend EP... I'm not sure how that's going to help, but I'm with you in spirit. Germany's Cold Summer certainly isn't known for their abundance of "chill"; if anything, I'd describe them as thoroughly overheated- from the cleaving, forge-fire maim and inductive sear of their desperately distorted guitar churn, to the intemperate and irascible snarl of the percussion section's predatory and indiscreet hunt for vulnerable junctures through which it can funnel its skin-rending punch, or the itchy angst and coarse logic of the vocals, which scrapes and chisels around the ears like a block of ice that someone is attempting to sculpt into a moody effigy but more transparently using as a glossy sponge for their agitation, the apparent abandonment becoming more severe with each hewing hack they chew from the block. It's a mixture of compulsion, conviction, violence, and cool sneering confidence that will boil the fat off your chassis and leave behind only a clammy ossature of recalcitrance and a rat's nest of nerves slung around it like a handmade scarf. Nothing beats a heat wave like a cold surge of aggression.
Its Eleven Records (11:08 pm to be exact) / Kink Records (get your head out of the gutter!)
