This album is a unique beast. I am pretty new to the Eastlink mythos and this LP is my first taste of the band – I gotta say, I am pretty chuffed with this.
What’s in the bag? Overall, it’s a solid collection of chugging and twisting music; guitar-heavy brashness. Bouts of hiss and fizz stirred with vitriol and aggression are bracketed with long form instrumental breakdowns which keep the whole thing interesting.
I find this album remarkable because of this dichotomy. I can listen to blistering punk until the cows come home but the instrumentals are some of the highlights. Unintentional or not, ‘Dinnerchat’ makes me uneasy (that’s good). It is a slow build track that never pops but steadily grows; it doesn’t explode but it threatens to. It’s a menacing tune and much like ‘Thatcher’s Dead’ it is a great book-end to the gnashing of other tracks.
