I interviewed this trio a few weeks ago, but I’ve been listening to the music of Lindy Vison for some time. I gotta admit I’m captivated by their sound and their evolution. It’s like a David Bowie song about “Sound and Vision” and “Always Crashing in the Same Car” and all that kinda music, moving rather quickly through the process of life while capturing the graphic intensity of time and rhythm. Devastatingly groovy to listen to and wondrously deep when one considers the bright, no wave-disco lyrics flowing from the Earth in each song. Informed by the starlight seen in obscure rituals and constant replays of Berry Gordy’s Motown masterpieces and distilled through a filter created by Le Tigre, this is it. All Killer, no filler. Mi favorito: “N’Girls.”
Polyhedra Polyhedra (EP) (Self-Released)
Anyone who tells you groove metal is outta bounds doesn’t know what the heck they’re talking about. They haven’t been watching and listening to the slow but steady ascendance of John 5—in any recent incarnations, but most visibly in John 5 and The Creatures. One could say the same thing about math rock. Alex Lifeson is still out there, somewhere, dudes! And thrash? That’s okay too; I’ll listen if the mayor will. Presently here’s a new local album that relentlessly wrestles with those sorts of varnishes and also adds growly late-’80s style vocals. With enough voracious guitar riffage to slay any of the Uruk-hai and a rhythm section designed to liquidate your brain, this may seem the way into any heart of heavy metal. On second thought, less growl and more soaring tenor would go a long damn way. Mi favorito: “Infernus Machina.”
Rue Badly Desert Dayze Mixtape (Self-Released)
I’m pretty sure this isn’t really a mixtape, but rather a crafty collection of bone-rattling, rocking blues tunes positioned in such a way as to demonstrate some sort of occult fealty. The imagery is scary in the pop culture sense—as in black balloons, faceless strangers and ill-fitting camel hair coats—but the actual music seems to rise above that conceit. Emerging from your choice of chrysalis or grave, here are songs that can be absolutely mesmerizing under the right conditions. I suggest you play this album at night, at least one and half hours before sunrise. That way you can take in the spoopy vibrations coming out of deadly tuneage with names like “Since the Devil’s Swayed” (mi favorito on this outing, and “Slash and Burn.” Someone call the music director over at “True Detective!”
