Arabrot

This Norwegian "noise-rock" trio dresses like Jane’s Addiction in some pics, pierced-and-totaled gutter punks in others. In a bar in Trondheim, Norway, drummer Marakel sported an Enslaved T-shirt and a toque, and spoke at length about local black metal, how he and his bandmates were run out of their hometown for looking "suspicious."

On album number two, Årabrot owns an old-school Ålice Donut feel or Beefheart dance, but with the strangulated Chicago post-post-no wave snarl of, say, Lovely Little Girls or, better yet, Scissor Girls—all imploding with a heavier treble-charged thump. This particular dagger, "Fumble Finger," has something to do with "the land of the clitoris": The bass walks slowly into quagmires and horn-dog breathiness then crunched dynamic throbs. (Check that boxy last-minute drum fill!) Billy Anderson’s sludge production is great, different than what he did for Melvins, Sleep, Mr. Bungle or Neurosis... More rusted, polluted, sick. (Though, wait... A little Patton in the vocal antics?)

The one-sheet mentions that Årabrot is a mountainous dump in the band’s Haugesund hometown plus a school for troubled teenagers. In the aforementioned bar, Marakel brought this up, tracing the veins of his arm, explaining how the muck from the dump makes its way through the city, likening it, it seemed, to his own circulatory system, or maybe the human condition. Cesspools, right?

Whatever he meant, this is totally dirty, - Paper Thin Walls

This Norwegian "noise-rock" trio dresses like Jane’s Addiction in some pics, pierced-and-totaled gutter punks in others. In a bar in Trondheim, Norway, drummer Marakel sported an Enslaved T-shirt and a toque, and spoke at length about local black metal, how he and his bandmates were run out of their hometown for looking "suspicious."

On album number two, Årabrot owns an old-school Ålice Donut feel or Beefheart dance, but with the strangulated Chicago post-post-no wave snarl of, say, Lovely Little Girls or, better yet, Scissor Girls—all imploding with a heavier treble-charged thump. This particular dagger, "Fumble Finger," has something to do with "the land of the clitoris": The bass walks slowly into quagmires and horn-dog breathiness then crunched dynamic throbs. (Check that boxy last-minute drum fill!) Billy Anderson’s sludge production is great, different than what he did for Melvins, Sleep, Mr. Bungle or Neurosis... More rusted, polluted, sick. (Though, wait... A little Patton in the vocal antics?)

The one-sheet mentions that Årabrot is a mountainous dump in the band’s Haugesund hometown plus a school for troubled teenagers. In the aforementioned bar, Marakel brought this up, tracing the veins of his arm, explaining how the muck from the dump makes its way through the city, likening it, it seemed, to his own circulatory system, or maybe the human condition. Cesspools, right?

Whatever he meant, this is totally dirty, - Paper Thin Walls

"...Tonight promises to be extremely noisy and this is clarified as Norwegian three-piece Arabrot bludgeon with a superior onslaught of doom-punk heightened by some surprisingly funky and complex rhythms."


http://drownedinsound.com/in_depth/4135427 - Drowned in Sound

"...Tonight promises to be extremely noisy and this is clarified as Norwegian three-piece Arabrot bludgeon with a superior onslaught of doom-punk heightened by some surprisingly funky and complex rhythms."


http://drownedinsound.com/in_depth/4135427 - Drowned in Sound

Årabrot listed on playlist "Overlooked Norwegian Weirdness" From March Issue of WIRE magazine.
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- WIRE (UK)

Årabrot listed on playlist "Overlooked Norwegian Weirdness" From March Issue of WIRE magazine.
http://www.duke.edu/~asl8/wiread.jpg
- WIRE (UK)