Apt Pupils
Today my friends I present to you another debut, something a little less ordinary, bordering on the psychotic and the neurotic. Now I don’t want to split veins here by comparing Pupil Slicer to other similar bands, as I feel an uprising of the Mathcore bands on the horizon. Their name reminds me of that devilishly good film ‘Would You Rather’ in which oblivious citizens embark on a dare game of the most ferocious kind. This record is the musical equivalent of that film. Don’t bother with a safety harness; it’ll get ripped off immediately as we undertake an appetising twelve rounds with the blood curdling shrieks of a pissed off Tasmanian devil.
‘Martyrs’ sets the scene for gory vibrancy and explosive toxicity that incites and bites through even the thickest of skins, incandescent with a rawness, so rarely seen. We travel at hyperlight, through a vantablack paradise and encounter a mind-bending transmission, ‘L’Appel Du Vide’ as seemingly space age and unexplained horrors are at large, let yourself collapse into the void as it is the only place left that makes any sense.
The single ‘Wounds Upon My Skin’ has the broken mirror image that signals the start of the slow motion, slow burn section which produces an effective and effortless ending. My favourite though has to be ‘Interlocutor’ with its 1.41 minutes of blood on your hands, suitably filmed in sinistervision. They join all the dots from being ‘Vilified’ to feeling ‘Worthless’ leaving you barely a ‘Husk’ of your usual self, unrecognisable by family and friends, undignified and unedifying yet shimmering with a coruscating aura that attracts and repels in equal measure.
It’s fun with mirrors as we promenade over shards of broken glass, uninhibited by the blood pouring from our feet, propelled forward by the power drumming from John Andrews, slamming bass from Luke Fabian and the creature from the deep voice of Kate Davies.
We are an ‘Unconscious Collective’ as indifference rules and our environs become all the more stagnant. We luxuriate in this savvy and stylish assault as your vital signs flicker between life, death and apathetic purgatory.
Hide everything sharp, Pupil Slicer are here.
Pupil Slicer – Mirrors out now via Prosthetic Records