On the Horizon: Parking Up, Speedy Ortiz.

On the Horizon: Parking Up, Speedy Ortiz.

It’s alas, only drastically infrequently that I park myself in a record for the foreseeable although despite only saddling up with Western Massachusetts idlers Speedy Ortiz late last night – the time of day at which their twitchy brand of majestic introspection sounds best, I’d contend – their Major Arcana masterpiece has been nigh on all I’ve listened to since. I’ve shacked up, and I’m set to pay the hefty fine for it’s an instantly snarly, seething pièce de résistance that unceremoniously hurls the wounded, if still wily guile of Katie Crutchfield into a pool of divine influence – post-hardcore New Yorkers Chavez (Gary); the elder statesman of sludge J Mascis (Cash Cab); lost, yet never forgotten Texans Sound Team (much of the remainder). Though its sneering centrepiece is a certain jerky spasm entitled Tiger Tank.

“Oh, my mouth is a factory for every toxic part of speech I spew” guitarist and lead vocalist Sadie Dupuis snickers deviously, before she delivers a vital parting shot attesting to her apparent invincibility: “Don’t even care if they took my legs/ I’ve limped before, I could limp again.” Her voice a quivering, vicious thing of inspired anti-beauty, the eviscerating licks calm as though exhausted from the onslaught to have already unravelled and if the tank sounds nigh on empty, then it’s mercifully replenished to allow for the troop to rampage through the remainder of one of the year’s as yet unheralded masterworks.

Speedy Ortiz’ Bandcamp.

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