I THINK MY BRAIN IS FULL

LP - Holy Fuck. Holy Fuck have a brilliant name. On the one hand, it conjurs up images of some lank-haired surfer, exclaiming in fear as a truck appears in the sky over his head. On the other, it suggests the Pope, approaching you from behind with a look of maniacal glee on his face. Listening to the music makes you feel a bit like both are happening at the same time, except these violations are welcome, as Holy Fuck are probably smiling innocently at you from behind their instruments. They’re Canadian, they’re bound to be polite.

Super Inuit supercharges the album into a jolly start, all hyperactive bass and whooping, distant vocals, whilst feeling like something you think you’ve heard before. Distorted plinky noises stab at your head from out of the mix and suddenly you’re not sure if this is a rock band, or some sort of freeform jazz electronica. It could be all of that. As soon as you’re comfortable with your initial reaction, Milkshake kicks in and you’re suddenly having a break off with the Rock Steady Crew, while Kurtis Mantronik wails from a basement, which Holy Fuck have locked him in.

The album doesn’t really have much in the way of stand out tracks, because it’s all pretty good stuff and feels like a single performance, working to a common theme. Whilst at times the music borrows liberally from the world of the NES, it also rocks like a retard in a small, windowless room. Blending the electronic and the electric doesn’t tend to work out very well, most of the time, but Holy Fuck seem to be pretty capable and are quite obviously having a ruddy bloody good time while they’re at it.

I guess it’s time for the stupid robot analogy: Holy Fuck’s LP is like listening to two robots arguing about their favourite bands. One of them likes Lightning Bolt and Venetian Snares. The other likes Jean-Michel Jarre and Vangelis. The two robots have a fight. They both lose, but hug afterwards, because they realise that they could have been listening to Holy Fuck and just having a lovely time with a nice cup of hot Castrol GTX. There’s probably some sort of bonding experience involving a road trip and speeding down the highway to The Pulse.

If I had a star rating system, it would be out of 5. LP would get 4 stars, but then I’d give it another half star later, because the band’s name is so awesome.

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