Description
When squirming black mold in a dingy Bayshore, CA, warehouse became sentient, creaked and took humanoid form it created Blank Square and their singularly odd-punk debut, Animal I sounding like the weirder end of Flesheaters but with a sterility that can only be contemporarily compared to Total Controls Aussie hardcore no-wave and then with a pinch of what made DNA and Mars amazing.
This album is captured with plenty of concrete and sheet metal kept in the mix and a highlight towards dissonant syncopations, as if it was recorded in a empty room minus one chair and definitely down a flight of wet, cement stairs. Featuring saxophone with a mild but nauseating-at-times rippling slap delay, the band cruises on a rhythm section that sounds like the theyve got another house show to play tonight after this one. Rectangular in all the right places, its uncomfortable, like sleeping in a car. For listeners who love art in their sax punk, reaching waaaay back into Californias punk history (SST wouldve undoubtedly dug this). There you go, weirdos.
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