Holy Fuck — LP

LP

Dependent/Young Turks/Beggars

Phil Villeneuve (CHARTattack)

10/30/2007 8:51pm

Take five of the six tracks from Holy Fuck's self-titled EP, add on four heavy-hitting new ones, and you have a cohesive, grimy, fast-paced record that'll blow your mind. LP starts out in the smartest way possible, with a live track. The screaming electro-antics of "Super Inuit" demand attention and remind listeners what this ferocious band are all about — their uninhibited, mostly improvised stage shows. That feeling translates well on LP, which bounds from one beat-heavy rollercoaster to another. The industrial-disco of "Frenchy's" skips and bleeps comfortably into the optimistic, orchestrated "Lovely Allen," which evokes memories of hair metal, '90s indie and Chemical Brothers. In the end, Holy Fuck's music is party music and LP is an unapologetic party album. There are no lyrics to analyze, just the band's power to create heavy, rock-based, spontaneous dance music with feeling, lots of noise and punk attitude.

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