Toronto Kraut-punks spearhead the new Canadian electro-rock boom
Nothing like a good swear in your name to drag your otherwise unremarkable alternative rock band from the bin of eternal obscurity (see also: [b]The Fucking Champs[/b], [b]Fuck Off Machete[/b], and perhaps mostmemorably, [b]Fuck[/b]). Refreshingly, this isn’t the limit of Holy Fuck’sideas.
One of a particularly fertile new crop of Canadian outfits – the likesof [b]MSTRKRFT[/b], [b]Metric[/b], and [b]Dragonette[/b] – seeking to blur the lines between rock’s visceral, air-drumming thrill and the syntheticpossibilities of electronica, Toronto’s Holy Fuck dealprimarily inmonstrous, all-conquering grooves built from a wiry web of synths and home-built instruments (plus live drums and bass) that for all their clear technical prowess, know to never be anything less than hard-hitting, immediate, and funky as hell.
It’s a cocky sort of band that opens an album with a live track,confident in their strengths away from the safety of ProTools. Be impressed, then, by “Super Inuit”, which lurches out the traps andsettles into a fast-lane motorik whoosh reminiscent of ‘Neu75’, with vocalist [b]Brian Borcherdt[/b] loosing whoops and yelps that are all but lost in the maelstrom.This complete, however, ‘LP’ zips through a variety of sounds and styles with an ear for a good concept: “Milkshake” builds crystalline keyboard chimes and live snare salutes atop an [b]Afrika Bambaataa[/b]-style electro break, while on “Lovely Allen”, the band display an suddenlightness of touch.
If there’s a weak link to Holy Fuck, it’s Borcherdt’s vocals, amuddy,echo-soaked bellow indebted to [b]Suicide[/b]’s Alan Vega, yet lacking Vega’s command and firecracker spontaneity. Little worry, though: like 2007’sother experimental rock touchstone, [b]Battles[/b]’ ‘Mirrored’,LP is very much an ensemble piece, the sound of a whole band working intight, neatly-calibrated synthesis. And, for that matter, one thatboasts bright ideas beyond its bad language.