- Audio CD (10 May 2010)
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- Label: Young Turks
- ASIN: B003CE3PBC
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If opposites really do attract, it makes perfect sense that HOLY FUCK would chose a barn in rural Ontario to record a series of dynamic electro-noise pop that compose their latest full-length release, Latin. Released on Young Turks (THE XX), Holy Fuck's superb follow up to 2007's simply titled LP has been engineered by Graham Walsh, and mixed by Dave Newfeld (BROKEN SOCIAL SCENE), D. Sardy (JOHNNY CASH, NINE INCH NAILS), Eli Janney (THE SOFT PACK, WILCO), Paul Epworth (BLOC PARTY, PRIMAL SCREAM) and Holy Fuck themselves. With high praise from peers (respected luminaries such as THOM YORKE and LOU REED), critics, big name endorsements and ascension on festival bills, it's no wonder Holy Fuck have become so sought after.
It can be hard to write about Holy Fuck without making their music sound like some kind of ungodly ear-puncturing clatterbang; all distortion, fuzz, toy guns, toy keyboards and a host of improvisational instruments. But in truth theirs is the most beautiful cacophony. Borne of a Nova Scotian art collective, Holy Fuck are (currently) a four-piece consisting of two keyboards, bass and drums, and their intention is to make music that sounds electronic, while remaining resolutely unlaptopped.
Latin, the band's third album, is something of a side-step from its predecessors, Holy Fuck (2004) and LP (2007). It's less brawny and statelier, perhaps in part due to its producers Paul Epworth (Florence, The Rapture) and Dave Sardy (Black Mountain, LCD). But it might well be the closest the band has got to sounding as visceral and as rich on record as they do live.
Opening with the graceful drone of 1MD, Latin starts as it means to go on: tantalisingly, and most unexpectedly. But the mood is soon interrupted by Red Lights, a buoyant, bass-thuggish tune, reminiscent of LP's most swaggering numbers. But there is a progression here too, most notably in the fact that these tracks feel so much like songs, rather than free-floating belly-driven jams. They are songs in the same way LCD Soundsystem, say, writes songs that sprawl and catch and turn back on themselves, but still seem to own some kind of structure.
And there is a new quality here too–one shudders to call it maturity, but perhaps we might instead name it distance, a faint air of remove that appears even in the most intense, meatiest tracks. Silva & Grimes might be a good example, all pared-back floatiness; or near-title-track Latin America, which shoves a kind of bombastic joviality right up against mournful brass and keyboards. Later comes SHT MTN, all dirge and robotic female face, yet which succeeds in being surprisingly infectious. Only Lucky suffers from a little late-Verve space-rock mysticism, though thankfully this is soon tempered by the wiry strut of P.I.G.S.
In short, Holy Fuck haven't so much as grown up as filled out, bringing a little more muscle to their punch. --Laura Barton
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`Latin' is one of those albums where you get the nagging feeling that you've heard bits of the songs before. I'm not talking outright plagiarism or pastiche, more `that sounds a bit like ...', that encourages the listener to hunt down and listen to the song(s) by the original artist just to confirm their suspicions. For example, the track `Silva & Grimes' could have been recorded by Neu!. `SHT MTN' is `Dirt' by Death In Vegas bolted onto the drum intro from the Rolling Stones' `Honky Tonk Woman', seemingly with Ladytron's Mira Aroyo spelling out the band's name in style of a Numbers station. `P.I.G.S.' is the grumpy cousin of The Orb's `Toxygene'. `Red Lights' could be the theme to a long lost 1970's American cop show. `1MD' drifts and then builds like early Slowdive. Admittedly there isn't anything as immediate or pretty as `Lovely Allen', but the high quality of the songs means you don't notice. While the influences and references are disparate everything sounds the work of a single band; wholly Holy F-...
I'm sorry but I need to say this. Why would musicians jeopardise their success by giving their collective a name that's the equivalent of a fourteen year old wearing a Cradle Of Filth t-shirt with `Jesus Is A Canoe' on the back? It isn't provocative nor particularly clever, just a source of slight embarrassment for everyone involved. It also makes reviewing albums by said band a bit tricky on websites where rude words are not permitted. This is a pity since the band - and `Latin' in particular - are worth evangelising about.
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For fans of "classic" electronic music and people who enjoy the unusual and quirky.
If you like older Chemical Brothers (such as Exit Planet Dust), you will like this album. Something I especially like about this band is that they don't use computers to produce this music. Instead, they use live drums and bass, as well as a myriad of other electric devices (toy keyboards, guitar effects pedals, and notably a 35mm film synchronizer). It's said that they also don't rehearse, which is pretty mind-blowing after listening to the tight jams on this album.