by ELI JACE >
What, with all the noise, Noise, NOISE. Like its cover, Buried Wish by PC Worship, is a giant pile of nearly indescribable matter. It was written by Justin Frye in the underground space of an X-ed out building in Bushwick, Brooklyn and recorded with a conglomerate of musicians.
This is PC Worship’s first full-length since 2014’s Social Rust. After multiple releases of rust-covered noise rock disobedience, Buried Wish manages to find a little bit of polish. Noise still rattles wherever it can, but there are some songs that make you wanna move to the front room to make sure no one is there.
The first single, “Blank Touch,” sounds like twenty guitars trying to fit down the same water slide. “Back of my $$$” is moved by the weight of a tremoring distorted bass. It’s like headbanging in slow motion. I’m sitting here drooling as “Help” plays. The song opens like Cruella DeVille creeping around your dark home. Violins rise up the speed of steam off the heated cement and a bass line plucks along. “I can’t ask for help again, ” sings Frye.
Frye’s voice is deep and moldy. On “Perched on a Wall” he sounds like early shit-kicker Beck, but downtuned and drowsy. Beck after raiding medicine cabinets late one night. Like the title suggests, “Torched” is a deep inflation of rotten sound.
The songs all sprawl out, magnetized to every guitar’s tuning peg. The six-minute monolithic drum pounding of the title track is a form of hypnosis. The consistent dredging creates a chilling drone that slowly digs the knife in. “Blank Touch,” meanwhile, is straightforward drum+guitar blues rock.
Buried Wish feels like it could’ve been recorded among the early-90s too-stoned-to-function experimental rock bands like Beck, the Flaming Lips, Smog or Pavement. Only without all the washed out, sunny nostalgia. It’s shadier, slower and more devoid of sensitivity. Buried Wish will be released February 24 on Northern Spy Records.