listening to... AIDS Wolf - Ma vie banale avant-garde
Spaceship orbiting asteroid testing for life and AIDS Wolf bounces back.
It’s this highly refined spasm, from some far off corner of the cave, where shadow puppets were all the citizens knew and now it’s sensory overload, a gulp of blue water filled with microbes and pure energy. Sickness is seeping through the system, but it’s OK because it’s just expelling all that other nonsense you’ve been used to and it’s the first time hearing latex stretched across thighs, so arid and dry, madness and sanity paired up right against the bone. Yeah, this is the opening track.
AIDS Wolf can at times be a cluster of fucks, but that shouldn’t suggest there’s no story to the massacre. It’s a tantrum in zero gravity, an organized tangle of string work and percussion accompanied by howls and yells from a mammal in tights. Untidy, this mess of noise comes barreling towards the listener with no precursor – there’s no buildup or comforting cushion to land on. Pure hysteria pours out of the headphones and it congeals into a puddle on the carpet – an interesting story to tell later. When it’s all said and done the noise rockers known as AIDS Wolf skate on the edges of urban legends, the type of music that could possibly be maddening, an Incandenza-sound hidden in the mix and when you do wake up be sure to check your fly.
