Drekka and Dylan. This is going electric; this is Woodstock babies pregnant with babies. Bloomington, Indiana’s big guns delivery a hefty, sexless child into the world. Where the joint moniker Dry Socket fits into such an analogy…I’d rather not pain the women readers. Regardless, this creation from Michael Anderson and Dylan Ettinger seems a long time coming just by virtue of their standing within the college community that harbors (well, not Dylan anymore) them. But nothing else about this is very collegiate or bro-ish or even underground. Both sides play with the idea of industrial’s humble beginnings while also giving a nudge and a wink to Depeche Mode. Though neither are Gahan, both do retell a fascinating story through their own no-holds-barred prism of cool noises and rudimentary melody. The A side is the bouncing, blushing newborn being heaped with unheralded praise; the B side angry and inconsolable in the middle of night for no other reason than because. When you’re a parent, you learn to love the extremes. So goes Violator. You can’t have the happy lasting memories without the growing pains.
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