eat-girls – Area Silenzio

Bureau B

This debut from French trio eat-girls is a bountiful beast as the dark-noted dirge-tastic drag of the opener (“On a Crooked Swing”) testifies. The male / female coin-flip of vocals slinking over the tightly hooked half-lit gloom. The mournful and whispery Malaria-like creep of “Unison” snaking all seductive in the ear, that nocturnal prowl of guitar lobe mauling as lyrics overspill, tip noisily to retract beautifully back on this lush lullabied afterglow.

This has attitude; conviction, the cryptic spill connecting you up, suggestively skewered, incising a industri-disco flavour in fluid repeats, that smothering bassy intent, the machine-manicured kick licked in zigzagging Eastern keystrokes. “Saints Discards” flinging all Cure-like, its words crowing within, symbolically un-caging themselves — your mind actively attached to the fray.

The Throbbing Gristle “Discipline” tangle of “Earthcore” all snake-fingered and slanted as its nonchalant female vox chants tattoo in paganised repeats, its spectred guitar lines urgently underlined in martialised flurries. A brimmed brilliance, the energetic “Para Los Pies Cansados” addictively twists, runs wildling to reverbed battle cries right up to its scorched-earth, shutters down finale.

eat-girls certainly dagger some satisfying dramatics. The slow and shadow-torn gothic of “3 Omens” circling your head in swaying keystrokes, misty with miraging vocals. A sweet intensity the atonal whir and EDM slam of “Trauschaft” notches you up from, to conjuring an outro to remember. A track daisy-chained in a lovely Bourbonese Qualk-like stutter as an early Clan Of Xymox delirium flaps darkly around – lazer-slit doomatics that guarantee plenty of replay.

-Michael Rodham-Heaps-