I’m sitting there, sweat dripping off my nose, vision blurry, with no groove, no noise besides the unfiltered masses of people and their hideous voices, screeching like nails on a chalk board. Knuckles drag, mouth breathing loudly, lost in their own little self-indulgent world of narcissism, looking at themselves in the mirror when I realize that I have work to do eventually and need something to drown out the shitty ass Journey playing overhead (Trust me, “Lights” is fucking terrible and Steve Perry is god awful).
I need music, a noise that can drown out this nightmare and help me keep a beat and to focus on the task that is at hand. I know I have work to do eventually, and reviews don’t write themselves, and my game has been slipping fucking terribly since the last bout at the hospital. My patience for the mongoloid masses of Northern NY and their conservative fuckery that Fox News bought and sold back to them at a higher price, costing them only their soul and brain power, is at a negative, and possibly imaginary number, and my filter is now non-existent, not that it matters because these fuckers I see need a little dose of reality sometimes, to be told proper information, instead of what a certain politician says or what white males who think they run shit make up about a former black leader of men to help them cope with the racism that they live with day in and day out, while they crack open a Pabst and think they are one “of the people” while sitting in their limos thinking about the excuses they can make to stay in power for a little bit longer. I needed an album. I needed music. And I scroll and choose which one may satiate my appetite.
The album chosen was “Come On Home, Stranger” by Pennsylvania noise trio tile. And it blasts into my ear canals with its own sense of groove, owning what they are about, flaunting it and proudly displaying it. There is not a care in the world it seems about this album, as it is dirty and raucous, strutting around knowing it is good and possibly better than you, and if it is not, it does not care.
That is because tile play noise rock via a rock and roll sensibility, lending itself to grooves of a rock nature with the music of a noise group. Feedback squeals and vocals that range from burly man grunt singing and warbles to singing work together to weave a beautifully ugly tapestry of fuck all. It is 12 tracks spanning 42 minutes of middle finger giving music, all while smirking.
The music is good, and is highly recommended if you like noise, or rock and roll, or both. (ESPECIALLY if you like both). The music changes enough to keep things interesting but can sometimes feel cumbersome to get through the entire album for those not in the know of what this genre is and how it is.
That being said, it is a good album, sure to be in my tops of the year for new shit, as it grows slowly like mold. It grows on you and continues to play and wants, and it is slow, infecting you and slowly growing, until you listen to the album fully and realize that it is good and worthy of the money/time/effort you spent or worth the theft you went through to get it.
Stealing is illegal.
Release Date: August 17, 2018
Label: Limited Appeal Records
Favorite Tracks: Change the World, I’ll End You
For fans of : Melvins, Big Business