Pre-Punk Art Terror
Sometimes music doesn’t need to have a deeper meaning. Songs don’t need to be layered with subtext, steeped in emotion, or painted in metaphor. Sometimes music just needs to give you a rush, a feeling like you’re listening to art happening, regardless of how it makes you feel or whether or not it’s a cerebral exercise.
Winnipeg’s The Mouth-Boat is simultaneously cerebral and an exercise in the absurd. Their songs are typically brief blasts of grooving bass, violent guitars, and quick-tempo’d cymbals and snares. Lyrics are howled with an intense urgency and their live show is like a no-budget Cirque de Soliee: garbage can and cardboard box robots clashing amidst the band members while ancient/archival video footage plays behind or overtop of those on stage.
This is music for glee’s sake, music with passion but not necessarily rationale.
My Baby's Got A Disease [1:51m]: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download Sorry Lady, We're Not Here For The Bellydancing [1:16m]: Play Now | Play in Popup | DownloadYou can learn more than you ever thought you’d want to know about the Mouth-Boat via their myspace page. Pictures, video, and more music abound.
