reviewed by Michael Thomas
Fuck yeah, Peterborough! It seems like every few months a new Peterborough act has popped up with at least one member of Watershed Hour or Lonely Parade, possibly both. One of the latest to get my attention is Deathsticks, the duo of Matt Post and Laura Klinduch (Watershed Hour).
Describing themselves as “garage-punk-noiserock-powerslop,” an unwieldy if extremely accurate genre classification, they have a simple goal: to create music with simple lyrics that you can scream at the top of your lungs. I can imagine that there’s nothing more satisfying than playing a set as Deathsticks; it’s a beautiful cacophony of blazing guitars, furious drums and Post and Klinduch yelling, sometimes in unison and sometimes seemingly at each other.
The whole EP clocks in at less than 10 minutes, but it houses a few albums’ worth of rage and energy. There’s little kernels of ideas in each song that amplify that feeling of rage. In opener “Ugh,” Klinduch and Post sing/yell, “I’m so sick of getting my way,” as though the song is a giant tantrum. The song starts at about 11/10 on the energy scale, and ramps up to about a 15/10 by the end.
“Kijiji” is a song about the probably extremely frustrating experience of buying anything on Kijiji, though the lyrics speak of someone who stays up all night and sleeps all day and seems to be wallowing in despair. If these are the kinds of people we regularly buy things from, we’ve got a problem.
Probably the most fun on the record is “Mountain Man,” which is pretty easy to imagine as a song yelled at the top of Mount Everest. It’s like a punk mantra, starting with “I climbed the highest mountain” but ending with “I am the mountain.”
Along with a literal 30-second song and more, get all your rage out here. You won’t be able to resist.
Top Track: “Mountain Men”
Rating: Strong Hoot (Good)