- 1Side A – With a Drill, Rhinestone Lust, Pritty Daze, I Can Tell
- 2Side B – I Need A Drain, Ooze, Tent-In-A-Babylon
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"Sikknastafari Slash Crasstafari is a gnarled patchwork of cheapo suitcase electronics, primitive beats and throbbing energy, like a Dr Moreau genetic splicing of early hiphop and Wolf Eyes’ most fist-pumping moments.
Over this, Pyn spits out heavily distorted vocals that veer from a bratty, amphetamine sneer to a detached, robotic drawl (effectively reiterating the shared origins of punk’s refusenik fury and New Wave’s glazed futurism). Lyrically, Pyn presents a word-perfect snapshot of adolescent alienation and bored nihilism. “I Can Tell” feels like lethargic comedown paranoia: “I can tell you’re not all right/I can see it in your eyes/You no longer feel alive/You no longer look alive.” And “Tent In A Babylon” is an anthem of surly dropout apathy: “You see that tent there/My nightstent there/My nights.
Mixed in with this is a lyrical strand exploring hollow-eyed psychosis. “With A Drill” is a paean to the benefits of self-trepanation (“When the pressure gets released/You will find eternal peace”), which, matched by stark Industrial beats, feels like the mockingly counterproductive advice you might expect from William Bennett of Whitehouse.
Griffin Pyn is probably very far from being the mentally unstable sociopath responsible for Sewn Leather’s sick fiction. But it sounds like he’s having a lot of fun pretending."
– Daniel Spicer | THE WIRE
released January 1, 2012
©Sewn Leather ©Hundebiss Records
©all rights reserved
Over this, Pyn spits out heavily distorted vocals that veer from a bratty, amphetamine sneer to a detached, robotic drawl (effectively reiterating the shared origins of punk’s refusenik fury and New Wave’s glazed futurism). Lyrically, Pyn presents a word-perfect snapshot of adolescent alienation and bored nihilism. “I Can Tell” feels like lethargic comedown paranoia: “I can tell you’re not all right/I can see it in your eyes/You no longer feel alive/You no longer look alive.” And “Tent In A Babylon” is an anthem of surly dropout apathy: “You see that tent there/My nightstent there/My nights.
Mixed in with this is a lyrical strand exploring hollow-eyed psychosis. “With A Drill” is a paean to the benefits of self-trepanation (“When the pressure gets released/You will find eternal peace”), which, matched by stark Industrial beats, feels like the mockingly counterproductive advice you might expect from William Bennett of Whitehouse.
Griffin Pyn is probably very far from being the mentally unstable sociopath responsible for Sewn Leather’s sick fiction. But it sounds like he’s having a lot of fun pretending."
– Daniel Spicer | THE WIRE
released January 1, 2012
©Sewn Leather ©Hundebiss Records
©all rights reserved
