Nothing Left To Do But Die
What the hell is that in the Queen City Chili? Chalk moogsercize themselves into a lather, with a jagged chorus of distorted sine waves tromping all over the vegetable patch with a guitarist and drummer bent on equal destruction. Those who miss Brainiac will find some comfort in this, as will fans of Albini’s migraine-rock. Even when Chalk are at their most funereal, as in the subtle “Dirty,” it feels more like an uneasy Mid-Eastern peace rather than a respite from the aggressions.
This is the two in a Cincy one-two punch, one being sax-and-theremin combo Big Soap. If any of this has you thumbing through the shelves, grab Big Soap and Chalk for the full effect. Put mine on spaghetti!
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