Now this is interesting. A post-rock arty blend of Patti Smith, Television, Pere Ubu, John Cale, and even faint echoes of the earliest Red Crayola, We are Hex has a sophisticatedly and deceptively raw presence boasting far more in sympathy with some of the more interesting sidestream experiments of the late 70s than I expected to hear...but then there's also the overwhelming rage and angst of the 80s coming-of-age bitterness interpolated into a very clever redefinition of borders.
Once or twice, the vocals are too recessed when they need to be right up front, but otherwise you get a facefull of the snarling, spitting, wailing, and sometimes snotty Jilly (no surname is given for anyone in the band), and well you should. I'd hoped for this with older bands like Piss Factory but We are Hex has those posers and their ilk beat hollow. Too many women fake the mode but Jilly's drenched in it, authentic and well supported by Brandon, Matt, and Trevor, who play stripped down grooves that can suddenly well up like an advancing wavefront from Mars, twisted, abstract, and curiously riven with diodes and circuit boards.
Watch out, cuz I'm going to use The Word: there's a heightened sense of progression here that's simultaneously subdued while fierce, at times not unlike Radiohead but far more a retro vibe gussied up in all that's intervened in electronica since the old prog era. The result is striking and will probably appeal to the Can / Faust / Amon Duul II crowd as well, a miasmic sound that wouldn't have been at all out of place on the old Brain or Bacillus labels anticipating the advent the artsy outfall of the punk era before it even happened.
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