The Evangenitals – I WANT TO FUNK
With commerce having forced art into marriage for her good looks a long time ago, there’s no real reason to pretend like we don’t know how the game is played. Becoming filthy rich while working a creative job relies, generally, on two things. Get lucky and make something memorable.
Now, getting lucky might be the easier of the two. Stick around long enough, and someone exasperated with seeing you around may just hand you a job. Making something memorable is a bit trickier. Fancy algorithms and the world’s greatest writers haven’t quite gotten a handle on it yet.
The Evangenitals, an avant-pop combo from the US, create quirky, memorable music, slightly kitschy music. I WANT TO FUNK is as good as the Macarena or the Scatman song. Or, as bad. But, throughout a day where, like it or not, you will consume an endless amount of content, I dare you to forget this Frank Zappa meets Bay City Rollers kind of tune.
Slow Walk – Hangman
Most people love to see others make a spectacle of themselves. Perhaps it stems from the fact that most of us are taught to obey and behave so that seeing someone step out of line feels either very brave or tremendously stupid and humorous to observe. Mind you, people that do have a meltdown usually do it in a crowded supermarket, in traffic, or in front of their computer. Few of them start yelling while taking a stroll through a park. The group that we are reviewing here understands this very well.
Slow Walk, a project that we’ve had the pleasure of reviewing on Alt77 once before, makes absurdist, angry indie-rock. And, it’s this sound and energy that very well describes modern society in all its frantic, nonsensical pacing.
Hangman is a jittery piece of guitar music about a subject that should give more people the shakes. With humor and a fair dose of apprehension, Slow Walk takes us through a stroll of the internet and its corners where wild theories, unforgiving opinions, and toxic cancel culture reign supreme. A top-notch tune about and End of Days of sorts.
