Snakehole releases Interludes of Insanity on Wharf Cat Records, March 24
Snakehole has managed to turn Interludes of Insanity into the soundtrack to someone getting all of their teeth pulled. Slather you some sloppy joe’s all over your body because this duo has an appropriately-named messy album of mass chaos.
“Hollow Tomorrow” is six-plus minutes of the chunkiest guitars you will hear this side of Sonic Youth. It’s hard to imagine that this sound comes from two people. KC Toimil and Autumn Casey make an amalgam of noise rock that is unruly. I know there is a method to their madness, but they do an excellent job at conveying a sense of immediacy. It sounds like they hit record and let magic happen with the organic feedback and amp sound humming through a guitar. The way they recorded the drums is equally in the moment. What is impressive is just how listenable this album is because a few knob pulls in one direction could have destroyed the experience.
And if I didn’t think they could up the ante, they did. “Bum Song.” is an arsenal of punk rock slammed through a garbage disposal of noise, spit back out and regurgitated in this song.
Now for something completely different. “Interlude Pt. 1” is a piano composition that gives this album a strange aura of weird mystery and backdrop music to your wildest imagination. “Interlude Pt. II” sounds like a damned haunted house. More piano. Re-introducing guitars towards the end. The layered hues of creepy sounds. You cannot claim easy listening because there is nothing easy about Interludes of Insanity.
This album is not for the faint of heart. I’m not even sure how to react to it. There are so many emotions going on at once—from elation to shock—it’s hard to me anything but sitting here with mouth agape. And if that is the case, I would guess these women’s jobs are done.