Los Angeles— a wasteland of sleazy noir, broken dreams, and surrealistic strangeness. Wrap your brain around these agoraphobic after hours soirees and its plastic sheen of human architectural numbness and it seems like a perfect place for a band like 3Teeth. Tinted in the Euro lashings of metallic industrial madness this debut album makes me feel like I found a subsidiary to my late ‘80s and early ‘90s industrial music fetishism.
The four piece suppresses any romantic notion of the City Of Angels as fashionable. They create nihilistic industrial dioramas of harsh electronic power. A neon fluorescent orgy of machine beats and rust. The conveyor belt of this aggro-danceteria leads to apocalyptic parties and basement rendezvous tainted black.
Front 242, Frontline Assembly, En Esch’s bald head, Armageddon Dildo’s German stiffness; these are things that are incorporated into 3Teeth’s outbursts. “Dust” strips away any colors and in the mythos of the song, you can see the particles in the electricity that come from synths and guitars. Be it an exorcism or vampire buffet, you can expect to find this song rattling your brains at the local goth club.
“Master of Decay” reeks of industrial composition filled with mold and back alley slime that spins in minimal darkness and deep gothic clarity. What is certain about 3Teeth is that there is no mystery. You know exactly what this band’s motives are. If you get any sense of harmony, it comes from the synths and in that you feel that sense they are well into deconstructing human nature.
A science fiction wasteland that could be today, we get an all-too-real sense in “Dissolve” that bulks up into a fistful of rage and muscle. It ends by turning into “Eradicate” and a drum beat that makes you want to blend it into Nine Inch Nails’ “Animal.”
3Teeth know how to replicate the pure industrial sound with precision and conciseness. It’s the sordid heartbeat of the band. When you listen to their debut, the smell of leather and latex is as penetrating as it was in the Wax Trax! scene. If you want to tread through the dark arts of industrial madness, the band’s introduction is a perfect example.