Wolf Eyes
http://www.hansonrecords.com/wolfeyes
styles: noise rock, free-form
others: Hair Police, Dead Machines, Aaron Dilloway, Emil Beaulieau
Human
Animal
Sub Pop, 2006
rating: 4/5
reviewer: s. kobak
Two years and millions of cases of Coors Light later, Wolf Eyes return to Sub
Pop for another go at making a cohesive studio album. The band's new Sub Pop
album, Human Animal, marks many casual fans' first exposure to Mike
Connelly's contributions. In a move that prompted many to dub the group Hair
Eyes or Wolf Police, the Wolf guys acquired Connelly from his Hair Police death
after electronics ace Aaron Dilloway moved to Nepal with his girlfriend.
Connelly spends the duration of the album ensuring that he is part of a
triumvirate, not merely ducking under the spastic heroics of Young and Olson. He
lends the slow-crawl, horror movie intensity and sense of suspense he
exemplified on Hair Police's excellent knife-'em-up Constantly Terrified.
His awareness of space and ability to sketch warped aural underworlds complement
Olson and Young's face-melting percussive-corroded sonic attacks. As a result,
Human Animal has more of the same creative muscle-flexing as Burned
Mind, but is a distinctly different animal – one that does not show its
teeth immediately.
Whereas Burned Mind would lead you down a darkened path just to hit you
in the face with a Louisville Slugger like "Stabbed in the Face," Human
Animal chooses to build on the mood and charge at the right time. The disc
starts with "A Million Years," which maintains the same stalker-esque pulse of
Burned Mind, but the threat seems more real and lingering. It is as if
Michael Meyers is in the building, but no one knows where. When Connelly's
piercing, tortured scream appears at the end of the corridor and Olson's reed
wails to emphasize the confrontation, the mood is set.
"Rationed Riot," the disc's third tune, finds the destruction unit delving in
dense atmospherics, while Nate Young rattles off killer beat poetry about sewage
rats and generally horrific degradation. It is another tone-setting menace
guiding the band through frightening netherworld swamps. The unstable mood seems
to be steadily building to some sort of eerie sonic murder.
It is not until the title-track that the band melds their slasher-flick sludge
with Burned Mind's sheer brutality. Their subtlety pays off on "Human
Animal," and their offensive proves more effective; the "song" is a direct kick
to the gut. "Rusted Manage" is a prickly ball-of-hate, complete with lots of
hideous screeches and a drum machine pulsation akin to the rapid fire of an
M-16. The tune is so devastatingly claustrophobic it feels as if Young is
trapped in a studio box with spiders and leeches attacking from all sides. The
album ends with a cover of No Fucker's classic "Noise Not Music," a sonic
statement from the band. The song melds the Wolf guys' classic B-movie
soundscapes with power violence hardcore. Connelly's screams punctuate Olson's
manic old man vocals.
"Noise Not Music" is a prime example of the band's aesthetic of "Fuck art, let's
have fun." However, it is also a reminder that, although highly advanced from
early pioneers like The New Blockaders and Merzbow, the noise "genre" still has
quite a ways to go. Human Animal is arguably one of the best sonic
statements in the entirety of the "noise" sub-genre, yet it is still not
canonized, classic material. As many repeat listens as this album and many
others in the vast Wolf Eyes catalog warrant, the band still has not made an
album that transcends its niche market or serves as an undeniable classic from
the critic's vantage, like Slayer's Reign in Blood. Human Animal
is, however, as close to perfect as a noise album can be, and one gets the
feeling that the Wolf dudes are going to keep chipping away until they create
their Reign in Blood.
1. A Million Years
2. Lake of Roaches
3. Rationed Riot
4. Human Animal
5. Rusted Manage
6. Leper War
7. The Driller
8. Noise not Music
Burned
Mind
Sub Pop, 2004
rating: 4/5
reviewer: amneziak
A - Amneziak
AW - Amneziak's Wife
A: I can't wait for you to see this band that's opening for Sonic Youth tonight.
You're totally going to hate them. They're called Wolf Eyes and they're loud as
shit.
AW: Are you serious? Do I really have to go to this thing? You know I hate your
crappy music.
A: YES! You HAVE to at least see Sonic Youth. I know you like them.
AW: Yeah, they're pretty good. Who else is supposed to be opening for them?
A: This band called Hair Police. They're another band I'm sure you'll hate. I
told you about both of them. Remember? No Fun Fest? NYC?
AW: *rolls eyes* GREAT!?!?!?!
A: Oh yeah, bring your ear plugs. You'll need them.
The above dialogue is usually the type of situation I find myself in with my
wife when it comes time for me to drag her to a show. She hates my music and
doesn't even remotely understand anything that's not radio-friendly "ear candy."
However, in the case of Wolf Eyes, and noise music in general, I completely
understand. Wolf Eyes is certainly not the type of band that would be the cup of
tea for many.
With their first full-length release on the Sub Pop label, Wolf Eyes set out to
destroy all hopes of becoming popular in the mainstream. And I'm not even saying
that's their intent. But regardless of their intent, the new album is here and
ready to kill. Burned Mind is full of gigantic sounds with devastating
results, and it's certainly going to make the average listener wonder what the
hell just happened to them.
The pounding tape loops and random noises are still heavily in tact here, but
are even louder than before. It's as if this trio is angry at the world and is
desperate to leave all their aggression behind in the studio. I remember when
the good old drum kit was my choice for relieving anger. After a release like
this, Olson, Young, and Dilloway must be the nicest guys on the planet.
The album starts of with "Dead in the Boat," a song that begins quietly and
hints that maybe this could be one of their more ambient, textured albums. But
within seconds, we see that these Michigan noisters aren't going to be so
forgiving on our ears. Quickly taking charge is the song that is typically heard
at their live show, called "Stabbed in the Face." The song wins my vote as the
most devastating track to ever hit these old eardrums. And the louder you turn
up the volume, the more ferocious it becomes.
It's damn near impossible to sit through the entire song at a high volume. You
most certainly wouldn't want to be listening to this album while stuck in
traffic. In fact, I'm usually pretty worn out and ready for a good night of
sleep by the time the album finishes. There are certain moments later in the
album where the band gives the listener a tiny bit of sympathy. Songs like
"Burned Mind" and "Black Vomit," although not quite as bombastic as the others,
show why Wolf Eyes is the premier noise band.
But whether these guys are going to hit the mainstream anytime soon or not, you
can rest assured that people will be talking about them. Burned Mind
contains some of the heaviest moments on record that I've ever heard. And while
the fact may remain true that they won't be everyone's cup of tea, this is music
that won't be easily forgotten.
1. Dead in a Boat
2. Stabbed in the Face
3. Reaper's Gong
4. Village Oblivia
5. Urine Burn
6. Rattlesnake Shake
7. Burned Mind
8. Ancient Delay
9. Black Vomit
Black
Dice / Wolf Eyes (w/ Black Dice)
Fusetron, 2003
rating: 4.5/5
reviewer: mr p
Black Dice and Wolf Eyes, two of today's most popular "noise" sculptors (at
least among twentysomethings), have consolidated to produce 30 minutes of that
noise that you either love, hate, or simply don't understand. Does the result
surpass earlier efforts from both groups? I think a more appropriate question is:
Does it even matter? Since this is neither a Black Dice release nor a Wolf Eyes
release, comparisons to previous releases are moot; it's a collaborative effort
from two years ago. Similarly, it'd be just as uninformed to surmise that the
combination of two major noise groups equates to something doubly strong. As
many of you are well aware, no matter how good it may seem on paper, the results
hardly ever remain true on record. Thankfully, this collaborative effort is a
success. What easily could have been a fend-for-yourself,
survival-of-the-fittest battle for the spotlight, Black Dice and Wolf Eyes
instead play off one another with both conviction and restraint, evidenced in
the confident intermingling of instruments and the little-to-no excess noise
throughout the entire album. Rather than piling on the fat, Black Dice and Wolf
Eyes achieve a symbiotic balance with their meditative drones, oscillating sine
waves, and confrontational statics, while still preserving their distinctive
styles. Indeed, these noise practitioners are team players. However, one might
argue that both exploring new sonic territory and eschewing musical conventions
constitute cold, sterile, abstract, and ambiguous music that denies human emotions
and provides little comfort. So what's the point? Besides, experimentation is overrated, they
argue. Perhaps. But so is melody.
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