(album, Crunchy Frog)
The follow up to 2010’s earhooking ‘That’s Mister Attack To You’ LP, finds Denmark’s foremost purveyors of hard working garage continuing to expand their sound palate beyond genre constraints. Suitably suffused with sex and sweat, ‘Dirty Sheets’ features subtlety and brutality in equal measure to delineate the ever-widening sonic topography within which the quartet strut their thang.
Opening with the irresistible, churning stomp-a-rama of ‘Stab’, The Attacks set about combining accessible choons with guitar textures that resemble the hoary underside of an armadillo’s nutsack. For many bands, such a combination would provide a reasonable template for a full length set, but not here – ‘Take Take Take’ shifts the dynamic by irradiating mutant funk rhythms with fuzz and organ, expanding into Roentgen laden heavy psych, before the scenery is switched once more for the rolling, blues infused shit-kicking ‘Rock Bottom’.
Suffused by keyboard subtleties, the propulsive ‘So Cold’ manages to be both plaintive and catchy, while ‘Stop Saying No’ underlines the schizophrenic sense of creative duality, emerging a a no-nonsense badlands hymn, driven by priapic bump’n’grind rhythms. Lyrically, Thee Attacks venture beyond the standard crepuscular garage themes to explore the impermanence of rock’n’roll with the witty ‘A Little Success’, which also slams deftly layered guitars to Slade-referencing riffola.
After the dislocated angst of ‘I See Through You’ struts and shimmies across a sumptuous slide solo, ‘Watch Your Space’ transplants ‘Hey Bo Diddley’ to Waco, before the reverb-rich hammerhead heat haze of ‘You’re It’ teeters agreeably on the edge of chaos. ‘Dirty Sheets’ climbs toward a kind of lysergic vertex with the primal sass of ‘Where Did All The Love Go’, then pitches the listener into the fuzz crusher with the valedictory ‘Gun In My Hand’. Enriched by its backwoods revue chorus, the track is a heartfelt prayer from the cunnilingual alter. Get on your knees, boy.