Track of the week

Hunned Bandz

Tanukichan

300 Entertainment / 2018
7.8

Take Me To The Disco


Meg Myers

By: Johnny Cate

Anguish never sounded so good.

Meg Myers’ latest is a lush, immersive sonic voyage into shadowland.

Over 46 minutes, Myers delivers a grungy, volatile soundscape of mad pianos, shameless guitars, stadium beats, and breathless vocal work. It all gets warped into submission by electro glue production that smells vaguely like Nine Inch Nails.

The album’s energy is its desperation. Like an animal backed into a corner, Meg is lashing out. She is surrounded—death, heartbreak, creative deprivation threaten her relentlessly all album long.

But she turns salivating to face them. She absorbs them, becomes them, overwhelms them. This is a record for those who feel the barbarians are at the gates. This is a record for those who need reinforcements.

The record’s weakness is sonic similarity. Meg is working with a small range of emotions, and at times on the record it feels like they have (appropriately) translated into a song set that can seem repetitive. But in some ways it may be considered a strength as well. This shit is a fat black laser that doesn’t waver.

It’s dark, it’s lovely, it’s magic. Meg Myers took a shitload of Ls and made an incredible record with them. Lucky us.

Take Me To The Disco


Meg Myers

By: Johnny Cate

300 Entertainment / 2018
7.8

Anguish never sounded so good.

Meg Myers’ latest is a lush, immersive sonic voyage into shadowland.

Over 46 minutes, Myers delivers a grungy, volatile soundscape of mad pianos, shameless guitars, stadium beats, and breathless vocal work. It all gets warped into submission by electro glue production that smells vaguely like Nine Inch Nails.

The album’s energy is its desperation. Like an animal backed into a corner, Meg is lashing out. She is surrounded—death, heartbreak, creative deprivation threaten her relentlessly all album long.

But she turns salivating to face them. She absorbs them, becomes them, overwhelms them. This is a record for those who feel the barbarians are at the gates. This is a record for those who need reinforcements.

The record’s weakness is sonic similarity. Meg is working with a small range of emotions, and at times on the record it feels like they have (appropriately) translated into a song set that can seem repetitive. But in some ways it may be considered a strength as well. This shit is a fat black laser that doesn’t waver.

It’s dark, it’s lovely, it’s magic. Meg Myers took a shitload of Ls and made an incredible record with them. Lucky us.