A Place To Bury Strangers - A Place To Bury Strangers - LP
A Place To Bury Strangers - A Place To Bury Strangers - LP
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Vinyl version of the group's break-out self titled release.
Pitchfork 8.4 "Best New Music."
A Place To Bury Strangers have often been called "the loudest band in New York." This may very well be the case, but unlike much so-called "loud" rock and roll out there, APTBS is not loud simply for the sake of it. The sonically overdriven sound they've accomplished is no clumsy accident, but a carefully cultivated and well-maintained entity all its own, fostered by an unbridled passion that's clearly evident in every live show they play and each recording they make. A Place To Bury Strangers does not so much play songs, as allow them to pour out. They are songs about longing, heartbreak and confusion played extremely well and at a passionately loud volume.
While there are obvious reference points: Pornography-era Cure, early Ride, My Bloody Valentine, and pre-1990s Jesus and Mary Chain, the sound is all their own, in part due to singer/guitarist Oliver Ackermann's day job of building custom guitar pedals (see deathbyaudio.net). Coupled with the solid bass of Jono Mofo and the relentless drumming of Jay Space, the APTBS team is a force to be reckoned with.
These ten songs have been floating around for years on CDRs sold at shows and MP3s circling around the Internet, but are presented here uncompressed in their full glory, professionally mastered for CD. From the time that Killer Pimp first approached APTBS to release these songs, until the time of the release, interest in the band has exploded, they have played South By Southwest, and have been offered recording deals with bigger sized labels. We're excited to release these songs because even as self-recorded tracks, they are all blistering, intense, energetic and powerful. Once again, with this release, we will only have 500 copies to sell and we anticipate them selling fast.
At the time of release, many of these songs are being given new treatments for a wider release on a larger label. This disc serves as a document of the songs dirty and raw early incarnations and will no doubt become a collectors' item over time.
TRACK LISTING
1. Missing You
2. Don't Think Lover
3.To Fix the Gash In Your Head
4. The Falling Sun
5. Another Step Away
6. Breathe
7. I Know I'll See You
8. She Dies
9. My Weakness
10. Ocean
REVIEWS
"If the modern electro-opulence of The Faint and the stark, attacking wall of sound-scapes of the Jesus & Mary Chain ever made eyes at each other in the dank corners of a smokey club, New York city's A Place To Bury Strangers would be their one night stand love child. The NYC trio have taken cues from JAMC's earlier years of ear-blowing feedback made into warped melodies and the sexy swagger and slither of bass-fueled synths. The lyrics follow suit with the stripped down simplicity of a Buddy Holly song gone wrong with so simple its clever lines like, 'I wanna mess you up/I wanna beat you up.'" ~ Filter
"The image of rock 'n' roll turned inside out: all the ugly viscera spilling out in an excess of anger, ghostly melodies, and crushing noise." ~ Lucas Schleicher, Brainwashed
"Some dude somewhere is always trying to transmutate Kevin Shields's droney noisepop gold with an arsenal of guitar pedals. APTBS attempt the sonic alchemy via amped-up Jesus & Mary Chain electronic pulsations." ~ Village Voice
"New York trio A Place to Bury Strangers has a well-earned reputation as one of the Big Apple's -- and the country's -- loudest bands. But it's not just noise for the sake of noise. Taking cues from the Jesus and Mary Chain, Spacemen 3 and MC5, the group offers up a killer mix of space, garage and noise rock. The guitars are sharp and piercing, the bass is throbbing, the drums are pounding and it adds up to a truly memorable rock-and-roll experience. The band's show last year at the Warehouse Next Door was a revelation, a jolting performance that was one of David's favorite of the few hundred he witnessed last year." ~ The Washington Post
