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That Noise - Love Remains EP
By: Joel Frieders
Album Rating:
Maybe I'm devolving back into what I used to jock the shit out of when it comes to electro-ish rock-ish toonsies, but I've been jocking the shit out of the EP from That Noise titled Love Remains. It's got all the sheen and unassuming sass I would expect out of a transexual cross pollination between Mute Math and V.A.S.T., but with a slight nod towards Muse, a little session of just-the-tip with vocals in the vein of David Gilmour on The Division Bell and a peek inside the smudged mascara stained lacy underwear drawer of late 90s Orgy.
I just get the feeling these tip touchers are holding out on me.
That Noise only gave me three fucking songs with which to marinate my man steak, and while I'm left holding my sack a bit, I have to admit I'm fucking gay as shit for their anthemic electronic rock shaftsqueezes. There are moments where I'm not sure if I'm listening to 30 Seconds To Mars or Gentlemen Hall, but during every moment where I took my hands off the wheel and roared like a man recently healed of a seriously fucking painful fucking testicle infection, I was fucking smitten.
The anal lube smooth pairing of distorted guitars and musky leather pants with glow sticks and synthy club affectations make That Noise and the entire Love Remains EP an awesome fucking introductory auditory thrust into my music collection. Hopefully in a few months I'll have realized how unnecessarily pungent I had imagined a full length from these half-Honduran/two-thirds Nicaraguan poodicks.
The synth on title track Love Remains is exactly what a crisp summer day pounding Tecates with lime and salt before a night decorated in only a strobe light and the steady consumption of top shelf vodka would sound like.
That Noise got me hongry fo mo bro bro. SOMEONE KICK ONE OF THOSE shitCHINS IN THE ADAM'S APPLEZ FOR ME BRO BRO.
