Imelda Marcos, ALbert DeMuth, Nervous Virgins, IRHs

Imelda Marcos (Chicago)
“Imelda Marcos constructs an amorphous wall of sound from dense, totalist guitar textures and thick, entangled drum arrangements. Bright, animated guitar tones and a patient structural build up of ideas, algorithms, and characters pervade this wall––contorting it, then reshaping it.”
–Tone Madison

ALbert DeMuth
“Albert DeMuth supports what?! On this new self-released 7″ single, DeMuth takes on the persona of a WWE heel, and the suit fits this peculiar indie outsider well. “Corporate rights” comes up frequently in the lyrics to the a-side track, “Call The Police”, which utilizes a Dr. Seuss-ish rhyming scheme over a brutally down-picked riff that must’ve crawled over from Swans’ Cop album. Definitely the most aggressive tune I’ve heard from DeMuth, and perfect for some corporate office break-room mosh sessions. “Reservoir Ave (Edit)” is on the flip, and it’s a cool splash of aloe by comparison – picture a loop found on the basement floor of Ashra or Manuel Göttsching, slowly awoken until reaching its frantic conclusion.”

Nervous Virgins
Electric Psych Space Punk Rack Rop Core
Two 404s and a Microphone
Memories Of Sound

Invisible Robot Hands
“the audacity of progress in overwrought wheatfields of cultural futility/decadent nihilism; inverted, irritated asshole of confused auto-aggrandizing power-wank”