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The Art Of Blowing Things Up by Kill me, ACE!


Kill me, ACE! expertly tag themselves as "new rave" and recently put out a slick three-track EP from their hometown of Chernigov, Ukraine. This record re-energizes indie rock with wild discotheque frenzy at hummingbird heart rate tempos. Electro textures flare out like explosions animated in pixel art. Frazzled synths blare, guitars frenetically pierce, the bass keeps thumping.

On "Thing Two", the band blows up the guitar into funky bits and staccato jamming. Kill me, ACE! sings mesmerizingly, "I like a town where nothing happens," haunted by some dark event. Let no thing go unblownup, on the last track, an innocuously jazzy introductory drum roll appears at a crackly low bit rate before the track devolves and forced reboots, cutting to a sinister snaking synth line and whacked out noise interludes like amplified printers.

The coolest of the cool sounds from the eastern front of indie rock. Still teasing more tracks to come, this band, like its synthpop, are relentless. Released 4/12/19, listen below or on Youtube and follow here.


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