Death From Above 1979 Kills In All Facets Of Rock Awesome

It's okay to add Death From Above 1979 to the list of neat things that have emerged from The Great White North. This dance punk duo has pounded out "Trainwreck 1979", a stunner that isn't untrue to either the dance or punk rock ends of the musical rainbow. The added bonus is both men throw one thousand percent into their performance. Inescapable best describes Jesse F. Keeler bass. It gets to you in an area where you don't even bother scratching and, moreover, why would you want to scratch if that was an option. Any true dance party needs a linchpin to get the hordes motivated. Bass is fulfilling that mission on the track. Sebastien Grainger is guilty of intensity psychological probing in the third degree. The heart threatening to burst out of the chest is essentially a dead giveaway. The recurring theme is Sebastien's unquenchable lust to have it all. Many a young buck's come to that conclusion in the past. Possibly not laid out over a pulse pounding tempo that dares you not to look it straight in the eye but that's not a mandatory facet of the game. The third verse has a geopolitical smell hovering close by. What the cause of the poison cloud the immigrants were running from escapes me but it's simply the convenient excuse you need to hang on for dear life to Death From Above 1979's unflagging dedication to the joint jolt of dance punk mixture. The prevailing history would suggest that punk rock is angry, fast, dirty, and over before you've surrendered three minutes of your life to it. Death didn't happen to be in class when that lesson was being meted out. Lucky break, you two. "Trainwreck 1979" doesn't sacrifice a whit of the lean mean permanent chip on the shoulder of Grade-A incredible punk. The lean state gets a taffy pull treatment while bass, synths, and drums pound the product into an invigorating mush. Dance music devotees won't be frightened away. The punk set won't hold its nose and demand a seance to contact the spirits of Joey and Dee Dee Ramone. When you've got the audience captivated the rest is gravy ladled thick and juicy. Death From Above 1979 serves as a prickly heat inducing counterpoint to Canadian bands like Rush who blow fans away with intricate story creations that nudge their way into breathing room. Jesse and Sebastien could grind out their fractured slant on the world as they see it in a phone booth. You're not going to hear drum swagger. On the other hand the steadiness of the banging is yet another lure meant to keep listeners baited on the line until the two are ready to fling them into the boat, and devour them with their full speed ahead insinuations. There's no downtime. The duo wisely acts as if this opportunity may not swing their way again. Best cash in the chips while chips can be cashed. "Trainwreck 1979" makes it to the destination in style, perspiration sacrificed, battle for audience attention clearly won.