REVIEW: BY THE END OF TONIGHT - HE'S AT HOME WITH BONES THAT GROW THE WAY THEY'RE SUPPOSED TO

This record totally freaks us out. SHIPOOPIE! It's like Vern Fonk decided to stop making mind blowing car insurance commercials, bought a four track, and started taping angry school-yard jump-rope and marching band chants, spliced em up, and then played guitar over them. Clicking sticks, smashed up against raunchy bursts of beats. Yet, with its defining characteristic probably being chaos, He’s Home with Bones That Grow the Way They’re Supposed To is unexpectedly, well, listenable. We’ll admit it – we’ve never been good with the noise thing, in spite of a concerted effort to get on board. Maybe it’s the purveyors, maybe it’s the nay sayers, maybe it’s all the treble in the mix – we dunno, we just can’t get into it.

But this. Damn.

Even when it’s dirging along, it doesn’t sit still. It has this way of drawing you closer, ears peering deeper into the mix, then poping up with a predictability that is anything but Old Faithful (though just as likely to sulfur burn you. DO NOT STRAY FROM THE TRAIL!) This is a soundtrack for punishing your throbbing brain for indecision the night before. It is the ants that come to mercifully spoil the picnic you really didn’t want to be at at all.

Closing out the solo EP series for the week, this release differentiates itself not just in its flat out, well, weirdness, but in its much fuller embrace of organic sounds than the others: live drums; human voices; strummed guitars; sounds from the world as it might be after the era of electricity (though a little of the electro slips through). Everyone needs a few completely insane records in their collection. For crying out loud, ditch the last few Tricky releases and buy this instead. Recommended.

By The End of Tonight Week concludes tomorrow with our review of their latest, The Complex Full of Phantoms split with Tera Melos. Stoked.

MP3: By The End of Tonight - The Sister's Crey