One of the most fun shows I've seen when I first hit NYC was C.O.C.O. busting lo-fi dance grooves to a room of maybe 15 while their friend/dancer tore it up like a robot shaking the DT's. After the show the club promptly turned into some sort of leather fetish DJ night and we awkwardly shuffled away. Sutton's works following C.O.C.O. and Dub-Narcotic have yet to recapture the perfect immediacy of that night…until now. Rocking a stripped-down and ramshackle brand of garage blues that culls from the best tendencies that bruised genre has to offer Sutton gives pop a noogie and the two run away laughing on his debut album as Hornet Leg. No-fi vocals ramble until they suddenly lock in groove with stutter-chugged drums, breaking stride in beautiful moments of jangle pop choruses. This is the kind of record that can spread a crooked smile on your face within the first two minutes and leave it plastered there for the next 30 minutes. This is a record that drives like an engine till the gas needle hits E. This is a smoldering, staggering shot in the arm. This is a welcome reminder just why K Records exists.
[MP3] Hornet Leg - Wait
[MP3] Hornet Leg - Night of the Phantom
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