Having cut their musical teeth many years prior on bands like Cows, Butthole Surfers, and Scratch Acid, Seattle's A Frames formed during the late 1990s and designed their own brand of stripped-down neo-modern experimental noise. Angular, angry guitars and bleak, deadpan lyrics march over robotic trashcan beats. Minimalist, propulsive songs about apocalyptic cultural shifts and surveillance strategies. Their third full-length and first for Sub Pop retains the rawness of their earlier releases.
Having cut their musical teeth many years prior on bands like Cows, Butthole Surfers, and Scratch Acid, Seattle's A Frames formed during the late 1990s and designed their own brand of stripped-down neo-modern experimental noise. Angular, angry guitars and bleak, deadpan lyrics march over robotic trashcan beats. Minimalist, propulsive songs about apocalyptic cultural shifts and surveillance strategies. Their third full-length and first for Sub Pop retains the rawness of their earlier releases.
098787066821
Black Forest

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Format: CD
Label: SUB POP
Catalog: 70668
Genre: Rock/Pop
Rel. Date: 03/22/2005
UPC: 098787066821

Black Forest
Artist: A Frames
Format: CD
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Having cut their musical teeth many years prior on bands like Cows, Butthole Surfers, and Scratch Acid, Seattle's A Frames formed during the late 1990s and designed their own brand of stripped-down neo-modern experimental noise. Angular, angry guitars and bleak, deadpan lyrics march over robotic trashcan beats. Minimalist, propulsive songs about apocalyptic cultural shifts and surveillance strategies. Their third full-length and first for Sub Pop retains the rawness of their earlier releases.

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They ain't talking 'bout chocolate cake. Oh no. The name of the A Frames' third record refers to what will remain of our sorry little planet come the apocalypse. "No people, no trucks, no cars / No movies, no TV stars / Humanity is erased / Black forest left in its place," barks singer/guitarist Erin Sullivan. The Seattle trio loves that title song so much they play it three times here, as an instrumental industrial march, as a fuzzy death-garage dance, and as an unholy alliance of the two. Yet all that repetition won't put you to sleep (though it might give you nightmares). "Black Forest" embodies what the A Frames do best: inspire terror through the deepest, darkest, clanging-est post-punk since the days when giants like Big Black and the Swans walked the Earth. "Experiment" sounds like Frankenstein's monster came back to life, picked up a guitar and started chopping peoples' heads off with the sharpness of his riffs; Min Yee's chunky bass lines and Lars Finberg's swinging stomp turn "Death Train" into a nursery rhyme headed straight to hell. Sure, Black Forest is scary. But like the best horror movies, it's a thriller.