new review up from Still Single:
Houston?s dark riders return and remind the rest of the nation/world/cosmos that They Are Not Fucking Around. Snake People is the trio?s second full-length, and the eight songs within use the rest of Balaclavas? roomy, drunk/demented back catalog as a springboard to dive even deeper into the still, opaque waters of dread and mystery. It?s quite impressive how the group wrangles dub elements, like the thick bass that initially poked out here and there on previous efforts, beyond window dressing into heavy, ominous moods, worthy to stand at least next to first-gen miscegenators like PiL or the Slits. There is a real sense of invention all the way through the record, as the Bali Boys have their way with a humid, almost-oppressive mix of Gothic overtones, mid-to-late ?90s Sta-Prest/black hair dye creepin? vamp, trashy moves, and supple electronics work, which can range anywhere from smart-ass cage rattling (?Legs Control,? ?Down and Loose?) to something akin to long lost Crispy Ambulance sides (?Hard Pose,? ?Shit Meridian?) to out-and-out spaghetti Western-meets-razorblades sulk (?Wrong Side of the Bars?). The title track is nine minutes of feverish delirium, howling at a slow and liberating transformation, which can only be topped by the divebombing synths and industrial club menace of ?Standard Channels.? The venom buried within these tracks is non-fatal and slow-acting ? and closer ?Find Out For Yourself? certainly helps it to go down smooth ? but there is no cure, no resolution for what might happen if and when you fall under Balaclavas? sinister spell. Each song here could be the work of a slightly different band, with enough going for it to spin off an entire album?s worth of material. Outstanding work from an outfit that?s not content with its past.
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