Holy Fuck

Holy Fuck

Holy Fuck



If a name like Holy Fuck doesn’t grab your attention then you’re just no fun. Intrigued as I was by their name, I pretty well expected a band that would place an expletive in their name to be either metal, punk or some sub-genre within. Instead, I was caught off guard to discover a sort of lo-fi electronic instrumental mindfuck. Upon some further digging I found that though the sounds would make one think that it’s all slick computer work, looping, slicing and all that digital shit, this band actually uses real instruments (and, more importantly, improvised non-traditional instruments like a 35mm film sequencer) to create the acid trip you hear on disc.

The music this Canadian collective create is as open ended as jazz, as trippy as Pink Floyd and as technologically innovative as anything Moby could come up with. Bands like this who use vocals as another instrument, but not necessarily as the foundation for which the music is based around, have made me appreciate music in a way I never used to before. Holy Fuck — along with similar artists The Big Sleep, Summerbirds In The Cellar, Six Parts Seven, and Totimoshi — challenge the preconceived formulas for modern music.

Maple Music: www.maplemusic.com

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