Make sure you’re sitting down for this record. It’ll knock you on your ass otherwise. Coming at you full blast with its sheer intensity as well as its novel originality, your attempts to stand your ground against this album will prove futile. It’s noise rock that pulls from punk, elcectro trash, lo fi, garage and whatever else this band can get its hands on to get ‘er done. Yes, this Parisian duo has some of the most echo-rattling, reverb-soaked, fuzz-buzz rock that you’ll find today. At times two guitars and at other times one guitar and a drummer. They defy traditional band configurations. No bass. The other thing that’s nice is that they don’t rely on drum machines but do things the old fashioned way. Now, you’ll be bombarded with the relentless riffs and clashing cymbals, but it’s impossible not to love this dirty brand of indie rock. So refreshing and fun. I love the cover art too. It’s unsettling and near violent to cover up a woman’s face like this, especially in the traditional nuclear family Donna Reed type portrait that is portrayed on the cover. But, even more peculiar, it is blocked by a photo of dried up brush and bramble. Of course, it totally goes with the album title, “Your Body Got a Land.” But there is something so aesthetically intriguing and appealing about this simple combination of images. And, as I said before, something unsettling. Whoever did the art receives high accolades from me. Great art or not, the sounds on this LP demand to be heard. Check this out!
