Providenceâ€™s Load label sure knows which rocks to look under to find the most harrowing, gritty and assaultive music. Their latest is Sex Church, whose â€śGrowing Overâ€ť is a wonder: a sick, perverse ride through minimalist gritty psych that manages to be creepy and fun at the same time. This is the debut full-length from the Vancouver quartet, and clearly there are many a dank garage in that city for gritty rock to grow.
â€śPut Awayâ€ť is one slow burn of menacing couple chord glory, setting an eternal gritty tone; this is a set that often sounds like it could have been recorded in some acid-soaked surf cabana in â€™66 as well as this year. Sex Church are the Anti-Ventures, or maybe what GG could have been had he kept it together and clothed. Chalk most of the sound to guitarists Caleb and Levon (no last names); in their hands sludge never had it so good, as on â€śParalyze.â€ť They can groove as well, â€śDull Lightâ€ť as menacing a pop tune as Brian Jonestown Massacre ever dreamed of delivering. â€śBleed Me,â€ť â€śGarbage in the Grassâ€ť and Beneath the Bottomâ€ť are all soupy psych, with noise as melody and melody as weapon.
Back in the day when there were record stores and record hunting was a bittersweet quest, how many times did you take a chance on a record based on the cover alone, hoping that the music inside was as heavy an wild as the cover promised? You were hoping to find â€śGrowing Overâ€ť inside every one. Sex Church sound timeless and fearless, delivering a blistering splash of funky noise from a cauldron of guitar-based, acid-drenched broth. If you dig this kind of music, this is the Grail of the month.