review: HAZURESSIVE / FALLOPIAN DISCO FORCE — Singin' Clean — 7"
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cover: HAZURESSIVE / FALLOPIAN DISCO FORCE — Singin' Clean — 7"
COVER: HAZURESSIVE / FALLOPIAN DISCO FORCE — Singin' Clean — 7" (Soundispatch, 2004)
artist: HAZURESSIVE / FALLOPIAN DISCO FORCE
title: Singin' Clean
format: 7"
OVERVIEW: 4 page inlay; tangerine vinyl;
LABEL: Soundispatch, 2004 [ http://www.soundispatch.com/ ]
ARTIST: FALLOPIAN DISCO FORCE [ http://www.soundispatch.com/fallopio/ ]
REVIEW: Mark McLaren, 2004
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review:
3 tracks of badly recorded half-arsed rehearsals, but give it a few listens and Hazuressive's brand of joy start to emerge amongst this slack jawed nonsense. Shouting his way through the botched power ballad of "Daihousaku" mayakawa proves that though he might be the best drummer in this band (a band that are as unsure of their songs as they are of who plays what instrument) he also excels at shrieking. This is truly lo-fi, with many pauses where you can hear the laughter of a band enjoying everything falling to pieces. "Can You Hear Me" polishes off this gorgeous mess proving that it's the singing that pushes everything on, the song is left to flounder with the occasional cymbal splash and a few guitar chords, but sometimes that is enough to prove that incompetence can be a lot more than charming.

The main event is really the other side. Judging by the band photo FDF is a supergroup made up of ex-members of curiosity killed the cat and fronted by a masked mexican wrestler. A cartoon eerie two note piano riff leads us into five minutes of slow squalid funk. It's definitely the drumming that holds all the chaos together, it lets the others crank out their murderous atmosphere without worrying too much about getting all the notes in the right place. The moment the masked avenger opens his mouth, you know he's given up the ring long ago or even gone back in time to be reborn into the most aggressive whine I've heard in a long time. Maybe those singing lessons with Arab On Radar really paid off. A full on street corner rant, something usually reserved for the pulpit or the psychiatrists couch, but on top of this sleazy backing it works wonders. Unfortunately most of the words and codes are indiscernible. Two minutes in and the words take a break for a duet between the guitar and DJ tossing crunchy spit balls at each other. The rhythm starts to pick itself out of this locked swamp and finally some of the wrestlers wise worlds become clear — but of course they reveal nothing. "14 Thursts" ends with the band disappearing into echoes and scratches leaving only the sound of a sleepy voicemail message. This must be the girl whose nightmare we have just had. Amazing.
content:
A SIDE:
HAZURESSIVE:
1 — Daihousaku
2 — Hannyamon
3 — Can You Hear Me
B SIDE:
FALLOPIAN DISCO FORCE:
1 — In 14 Thursts God Created The Mirror

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