Originally written by Erik Thomas
This is the swan song release from this short-lived and forgetful if rather cool named spazz/noise/grind/powercore/punk band formed by members of Orchid and the equally unimpressive Transistor, Transistor. Twelve short spurts of brittle, dissonant and underwhelming noise await the listener, but it’s thankfully over in less than twenty minutes. For those familiar with the equally short lived and vaguely experimental Index For Potential Suicide, Bucket Full of Teeth deliver a fairly similar styled attack.
It has spastic histrionic rhythms littered with the occasional experimental, ambient prose all backed by the usual pained vocal bleats that have become typical of Level Plane releases. Musically it’s acceptable considering the musical climate of today, but its jarring nature is reduced by a rough and ready garage production and an overall sound that’s way too unfocussed to appeal to anyone without ADD.
I can swallow the more dreamy ambient interludes like “The Path”, “Error Is Progress” and “Confession” but the angular, frenetic expulsions like “Capital Distracts and Imprisons” and “The Present, Forsaken”, just whirr by in a forgetful fit of empty extremity. “A Hopeful Sound” initially tries to be a less problematic exercise in punkish sneering, but its random and grating programmed injections remove any semblance of structure. As the record closes with “Let Us Resonate” and its bluesy closure, it just kind off hits me how distracted and deliberately discordant this duo is without actually giving me anything solid to remember them by.
Short career, short record, short review and short bars in the scores above.
