Los Angeles—a wasteland of sleazy noir, broken dreams, and surrealistic strangeness. Wrap your brain around these agoraphobic after hours of plastic numbness, and it seems like a perfect place for a band like 3Teeth to manifest. Tinted in the Euro lashings of metallic industrial madness this debut album feels like a subsidiary to the late 1980s and early 1990s industrial music fetishism a select niche is still grappling for.
The four piece suppresses any romantic notion of the City Of Angels as being fashionable. They create nihilistic industrial dioramas of harsh electronic power surrounded by an overabundance of static filtration bled into the music. A neon fluorescent orgy of machine beats and rust. The conveyor belt of this aggro-danceteria leads to apocalyptic parties and basement rituals tainted black.
Front 242, Frontline Assembly, En Esch’s bald head, Armageddon Dildo’s german stiffness: these are the things that are incorporated into 3Teeth’s mechanical rage. “Dust” strips away any color, and you can envision the particles in the electricity that come from these synths and guitars. If you favor this kind of aggressive demeanor then this song will rattle your brains.
“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 the band’s deconstructive motives are.
A science fiction wasteland in “Dissolve” bulks up into a fistful of muscle. It ends by turning into “Eradicate” and a drum beat that makes you want to blend the song into Nine Inch Nails’ “Animal.”
3Teeth knows how to replicate an outpost of industrial sound with precision and conciseness. Their debut may let the machine take over but the smell of leather and latex is as penetrating as it was in the Wax Trax! scene.
Pearls 2 Swine
Master of Decay
Too Far Gone