Ever wondered what it would be like to experience a fantastical, twisted dance party held in a Silent Hill themed alternate reality? Then look no further than this here album by Liars.
Mess, the seventh studio offering from the Brooklyn trio is a portal to a world where the word dull doesn’t exist.
As soon as the filtered voice at the start of ‘Mask Maker’ drills commands such as “take my pants off….smell my socks….eat my face off” it’s clear that this is no ordinary trip down the electro lane. Mess revels in dirty, dingy synths that lash at the listener, forcing them to dance on cuts like ‘I’m No Gold’ and ‘Vox Turned D.E.D’. When things slow down, the mood darkens significantly, yet remains just as alluring.
The sinister tones of singer Angus Andrew are generally quite authoritative, however, there are moments where he varies his delivery. On the hazy ‘Can’t Hear Well’, Andrew’s vocals are muffled and understated, whilst on the hypnotic ‘Boyzone’, his pronunciation veers into ‘intoxicated Anna Nicole Smith‘ territory. When he whips out his falsetto on the hook to ‘Mess on a Mission’, his versatility comes full circle.
Despite its title, Mess proves to be a cohesive and addictive record. The up tempo cuts play out as deranged dance anthems, and the feedback laced production on some of the phlegmatic tracks are a disturbed dream come true.
Make no mistake, when it comes pushing creative boundaries, Liars are no amateurs.