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Review by Matt Tilt at Sonic Shocks

It’s so hot in the Rainbow tonight. Somewhat of a rarity in the Second City this place is pretty packed out to see the opening band Stinky Wizzleteat. Blessed with a much bigger sound than their latest E.P. was able to give them they finally show off that sludgy sound that they’ve promised.
After a promising opening the mood drops somewhat as Big Business take so long to get on stage and once they’re on they have to rush through their set which means you still get to see the noisy riffs but never really savour it. Even so it’s a great set which gets the blood rushing for Unsane.
Channelling early Stooges and upping the distortion. Unsane really need no introduction and the crowd are ready for something closing on perfection when they come on. Unsane offer this, sounding utterly pissed off in the process. Stripping back the sounds that have come before to some fast and heavy, dissonant punk; there’s little to be said between the harsh slabs off noise that this trio send wailing from their instruments and the intensity is palpable. The juxtaposition between Chris and Dave’s vocals adds some interesting elements, and it’s telling of the quality this band can produce when every track could a golden classic or new blood because they all carry that same level of scuzzy, nastiness.
It’s hard to think of anyone actually overshadowing Unsane, and various issues ensured it wasn’t going to happen tonight, but it’s also rare to find a band who so fully deserve the hype. Without a doubt this will be a gig remembered by those in attendance for a long time.
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Review by Agata Pyzik for Wire

“A kind hand leads me to the car transporting me to who knows where. It comes to a halt after ten minutes. We might not have gone far, but, disorientated, I lose balance and start feeling deeply scared. Other hands lead me in complete silence to the designated space. The surface beneath my feet feels like grass or fur. Remembering I’m wearing an S&M like mask,  I wonder if this is a porn movie set…

…Finally, a long synth sound emanates from the abyss: as if from a forest, sounds emerge one by one. They’re probably generated by a computer, but in my mind I see green trolls belching fire. The wisps of sound thicken into a fog; clicks and drones tremble over basses; guitars squeal, making me think of Norwegian Black Metallers in leather and painted faces. I lose hope and take refuge in childhood memories. Then a voice enters, an animalistic, asthmatic, death rattle. It’s like someone was being killed right in front of me. Unable to do anything, I slump in my seat, helpless. But having got this far, I must survive…

…I preferred not to know who had done this to me. Hearing an unknown performer in an unseen space had altered the way I experienced sound…But for the purposes of this review I must reveal the perpetrator was Francsico Lopez.”

 

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