My obligatory DFA 1979 Post

I never heard of them (have they played the MCI Center yet?) but the rock intelligentsia, such as it is, is falling all over themselves trying to explain why we should like 'em. They seem to me to be a buncha scam-artists... (see also Pitchfork).



Chic meet the monsters of rock ... Death From Above 1979



Guardian fashion editor Justin Quirk apologizes for liking them and earns a place in Carduci's next book:

The more you listen to DFA 1979, the more you realise that it's the nebulous quality of - for want of a better word - "having balls" that sets them apart. Not in the misguided sense that knucklehead rock bands take it to mean, but having a sense of purpose that transcends fashion and gives you the feeling when watching someone perform that they couldn't be doing anything else. It's what linked bands as disparate as the Smiths and Big Black in the past, and Selfish Cunt and Plan B in the present. But having arrived with such an impact, the challenge for DFA 1979 with their next record is to not just advance, but reinvent their sound. The perennial problem for all bands of this heaviness is that when much of your immediate appeal is based on aggression and velocity the temptation is simply to become heavier and faster until you hit the inevitable dead end. It's why so few hardcore bands ever put out more than one good record.

"There'll be more dynamics over the record and there's other sounds we want to try out, expand on the ideas we presented last time," Keeler promises. One thing that isn't going to change is the duo's self-sufficiency. "Any time either of us have had an idea about bringing someone in to do this or that, the other one will end up standing in that void and just doing it ourselves. We realised a long time ago that if we just freed up our minds we were already able to do all those things that we wanted to do. We don't need anyone else."