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Racebannon "In the Grips of the Light"

With red eyes and raised fists, the rock n roll juggernaut known as Racebannon has lumbered out of Indiana and assassinated eardrums execution-style with its underpaid and underemployed audio-sonic mindfuck. These Hoosier bastard sons have birthed several illegitimate singles and split 7" recordings and left resin-stained fingertips up and down this country with their constant touring in support of said singles and their debut LP, FIRST THERE WAS THE EMPTINESS (on Level Plane Records). Over the course of their five year existence, this band of stalwarts have brought the pain and the rock to many a face, and have continued to hone in on and refine their sound, without sacrificing their requisite anger and passion (read: balls). They've become well-known for their relentless live shows at which they've destroyed nearly every PA they've had direct line to with their noisy evangelical fanaticism. The band is a cross breed of Captain Beefheart's controlled spontaneity, Melvins and Blue Cheer-esque sludgy heaviosity, and Melt Banana-like noisy spazz. And vocalist Mike Anderson is equal parts sage medicine man a la H.R. of Bad Brains as well as David Yow's mongoloid as charismatic frontman of Scratch Acid and early Jesus Lizard.

Pitchfork:

When a two-year old flies into a fit of impotent, helpless rage, it can scream its head off. It doesn't even need to say anything or explain itself; it just lets fly. Most adults forget this surefire route to feeling better, but not Mike Anderson. As frontman for the Indiana noise-core band Racebannon, Anderson shrieks and gibbers almost unintelligibly, crumpling the words like fast food wrappers in a muck-clogged gutter. The listener hears it just as sound, but if you look up the lyrics in the liner notes, they're clear and succinct-- for example: "Yr ability to head face first into the dirt has taught you nothing but how to get lost in this open field o.......
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Racebannon "In the Grips of the Light"

With red eyes and raised fists, the rock n roll juggernaut known as Racebannon has lumbered out of Indiana and assassinated eardrums execution-style with its underpaid and underemployed audio-sonic mindfuck. These Hoosier bastard sons have birthed several illegitimate singles and split 7" recordings and left resin-stained fingertips up and down this country with their constant touring in support of said singles and their debut LP, FIRST THERE WAS THE EMPTINESS (on Level Plane Records). Over the course of their five year existence, this band of stalwarts have brought the pain and the rock to many a face, and have continued to hone in on and refine their sound, without sacrificing their requisite anger and passion (read: balls). They've become well-known for their relentless live shows at which they've destroyed nearly every PA they've had direct line to with their noisy evangelical fanaticism. The band is a cross breed of Captain Beefheart's controlled spontaneity, Melvins and Blue Cheer-esque sludgy heaviosity, and Melt Banana-like noisy spazz. And vocalist Mike Anderson is equal parts sage medicine man a la H.R. of Bad Brains as well as David Yow's mongoloid as charismatic frontman of Scratch Acid and early Jesus Lizard.

Pitchfork:

When a two-year old flies into a fit of impotent, helpless rage, it can scream its head off. It doesn't even need to say anything or explain itself; it just lets fly. Most adults forget this surefire route to feeling better, but not Mike Anderson. As frontman for the Indiana noise-core band Racebannon, Anderson shrieks and gibbers almost unintelligibly, crumpling the words like fast food wrappers in a muck-clogged gutter. The listener hears it just as sound, but if you look up the lyrics in the liner notes, they're clear and succinct-- for example: "Yr ability to head face first into the dirt has taught you nothing but how to get lost in this open field o.......
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