There’s a thin line between a good name and the name of a bad metal tribute act. Meddicine manages to fall just on the right side of that boundary, and even atones for it by incorporating this season’s must have band-trend – the triangle – into the logo. Whilst it might not quite be the full of symbols revolution that witch house has promised us, it’s at least a step in the right direct.
The sounds are dark, electronic and brutal, like the edges of HEALTH and Crystal Castles songs that people don’t often remember, a series of violent experiments in noise filled with foreboding. These musical industrial mazes are the work of a solitary girl named Monika, who shoves together the dreary beats and percussion somewhere in London, before sending them out into the cold light of day on a cassette and accompanying ‘zine. Think of an emotionless Freddy Ruppert trapped inside the body of a female London hipster and you’re halfway there – add in excessive use of a drum machine and you’re pretty much complete. Far from accessible, but that’s probably the point.
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