Smells Like Metal, by Nothing People

Smells Like Metal

by Nothing People

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1.	Smells Like Metal 02:55	download
2.	Cathode Ray Tube/Gut Wind 04:48	download
3.	Got My Headphones On 02:25	download
4.	Gun in my Face 02:18	download
5.	Interstellar Dick 05:13	download
6.	Pride 01:55	download
7.	Commit 02:53	download
8.	Compromised 02:16	download
9.	Sin Sin 02:45	download
10.	Chasing Something 02:36	download
11.	Dirty Kiss 03:21	download
12.	Smile to a Choke 03:19	download
13.	Cracked Actor 03:00	download
14.	Pride 03:04	download
15.	Compromised (Alt Version) 02:17	download

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Nothing People’s Cathode Ray Tube/Gut Wind is a primitive play in two acts – first comes the total awareness of an awesome situation akin to the psychedelic-induced uber-gestalt & ultra-high-res communion with the spirits beyond and besides, as sound-tracked by an atavistic ensemble of post-rock proto-humans jamming with instruments that resemble medieval siege engines (the picture of Mogwai’s feral reaction to a ‘Hills Have Eyes’ emergency is apposite here).

Then comes razor-sharp focus as the lizard brain coils within your skull, fight or flee? Fight every time, this damaged punk rock coda is the sonic equivalent of a pick-up truck race through unpaved roads de-braining (and the odd survivor, soz) with a baseball bat, any hints of dude comradeship that may creep in this scene replaced by an odd and grim feeling of spiritual alignment with a chaotic environment (insert footage of the metaphorical crucifixion and ritual dismemberment and ingestion of Iggy Pop’s incorruptible substance here). - 20JFG