Lies
Underdogs and Infidels
[Kill Rock Stars]
Rating: 5.0
The Lies use ugly music to give expression to ugly, ugly feelings. Like
Joy Division, who are clearly this latter-day gothic new wave band's
biggest inspiration, the Lies invert punk by turning its rage inward and
pointing it toward the deep pit in the neglected child's soul. Check the
song titles: "We All Bleed Red," "Shotgun Method," "Add Insult to Injury";
if Lies frontman Dale Shaw wears black on the outside, you can bet it's
because black is how he feels inside. And what about you, buddy? Inside
and out, how much darkness you got? Because black is the litmus test here.
For those of you with a coal-lined interior who aren't above the occasional
turtleneck, the Lies just might be for you.
Musically, the Lies mostly vibe on the minimalist thing: one choppy,
dissonant lead guitar mixed way up front, metallic, tuneless vocals
barking in the middle, and a crumb-laden bed of cheap synthesizers and
boxy drums coating the bottom. It's a sound as filthy and disgusting as
the floor of an adult arcade, and as amateurish as Sonic Youth's
Confusion is Sex as interpreted by homeless winos. There's an
impressive rawness achieved here by way of a Stooges "bang bang life sucks
bang" nihilism, but unfortunately, the sound varies little, and after 40
minutes of this strum-and-drang, the desired darkcore effect is more comical
than frightening.
It's when the Lies mix things up a bit that they're at their most appealing,
as when Tracy Sawyer leads with her ethereal vocals on "Jump Ship," giving a
sublime effect not unlike vintage Galaxie 500. The other standout is the
piano-driven "Aphelion," which features dueling violins whose out-of-tune
drone will tell you which fillings in your mouth need replacing. But beyond
this small handful of cuts, Underdogs and Infidels is merely routine
music to bleed to death by.
-Mark Richard-San