On the 19th of May the English garage-rock quartet EAT FAST will release the LP Immortal Kombat.
EAT FAST – Immortal Kombat – artwork
The third of the six tracks on the album (available on bandcamp) Scrambled Egg has been given an early run-out.
A three minutes and twenty seconds track that undulates through the room as though driving a kart through sand-dunes, Scrambled Eggs contains the combinations of ambient warmth and fuzzy-logic which always makes EAT FAST an outfit of paramour.
Winding towards the number one spot on the Readers’ Selection on the New Year Ninety Chart – 10 to 2.
The more perspicacious readers will have noticed you didn’t get the opportunity to vote on anything – and that is quite correct – as with the Readers’ Selection for Band of the Month – the chart is made up from a number of stats from on-site and off-site activity – fed in to an algorithm and the results are calculated on those factors – not a – ‘voting system’.
The English garage-rock outfit EAT FAST revealed their latest single within the past twenty four hours.
Retaining the wall of fuzz which marks their sound. In Public Display Of AffectionEAT FAST allow percussion to break through the haze with more clarity than previous music of theirs featured has permitted and during the course of the just over three and a half minute track the guitars and vocal are also given space to appear through the voile in a track that comments on the pixelated and fickle nature of connectivity in a world dominated by being on-line that in turn impacts on towards physical interaction with an increasingly cavalier and dismissive attitude becoming the norm.
Reformed and invigorated from the embers of EAT, three tracks have surfaced in the past couple of months – the most recent Stammer was made available a few hours ago.
In a world of digital television when it either works or doesn’t the pixelation of an out of tune analogue television makes less and less sense as each year passes. EAT FAST are able to make 2016 coalesce with a 4.43 MHz sine wave PALs broadcast as the quartet take the metered sounds of digital compaction and thread them through an analogue decompresser leaving the listener in a state of abandoned joy as the fuzz spirals around the head as though the audience is listening after shaking head from a knock-blow long after the crowd has left for home.
The distorted nuggets of guitar, vocal and percussion collide with each other as though recorded in a single garage using worn out mattresses as baffles.
Whether the three tracks already released make it on to a new fuller release time will tell, for now I merely suggest turn up the volume and enjoy Stammer, when there is more I aim to let you know.