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Daughters - 2010 Daughters

Band : Daughters Album : Daughters Release Year : 2010 Genre : Mathcore / Noisecore / Experimental Tracklist: 1. The Virgin 2. The First Supper 3. The Hit 4. The Theatre Goer 5. Our Queens (One is Many, Many is One) 6. The Dead Singer 7. Sweet Georgia Brown 8. The Unattractive, Portable Head Rhode Island's Daughters have always walked a dangerous line of progression with each album. Their 2003 debut, Canada Songs, took the freeflowing hostility of grindcore legends The Locust and, with a total disregard for taste and common sense, amped up the schizophrenic nature of their tortured dissonance to create what can arguably be seen as one of the subgenre's best releases in the last decade. In 2006 they released their follow up, Hell Songs, and while at times it bared an almost uncanny resemblance to its predacessor, vocalist Alexis Marshall's change from unintelligible banshee wails to clean vocals allowed Daughters to expand on new ways to deliver their sonic skullfuckery. Enter Daughters, the band's third album. Following the blueprint laid out in Hell Songs, Daughters is a perverted brew of angular dissonance that has Daughters shedding what was left of their grindcore exterior and ascending to a new level of musical haphazardness. Case in point, the songs on Daughters actually feel like songs. Unlike the bottle rocket-like nature of previous Daughters releases, Daughters is developed with a refined sense of focus and personality, giving each track the opportunity to grow into something unique, something eerie, while still retaining its unnacessible yet rewarding nature. As if whining axes and brooding drums weren't enough to build this uneasy tension, Alexis Marshall's wounded utterances sound like the mad ramblings of Elvis Presley as he strained away his final drugged up moments on his porcelain throne, making Daughters not only one of the most jarring, but also one of the most neurotic albums in recent memory.

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Daughters - 2006 Hell Songs (Japan Retail)

Band : Daughters Album : Hell Songs (Japan Retail) Release Year : 2006 Genre : Mathcore / Noisecore / Experimental Track Listing: 01. Daughters Spelled Wrong 02. Fiery 03. Recorded Inside A Pyramid 04. X-Ray 05. Feisty Snake-Woman 06. Providence By Gaslight 07. Hyperventilationsystem 08. Crotch Buffet 09. Cheers Pricks 10. The Fuck Whisperer 11. And Then The C.H.U.D.S Came-Mike Morowitz,The Fantasy Fuck (Live) 12. Hello Assholes (Live) 13. X-Ray (Live) 14. Jones From Indian (Live) 15. Nurse,World You Please Prep The Patient For Sexual Doctor (Live) 16. Damn Those Blood Sukers And Their Good Qualities (Live) 17. Fur Beach (Live) 18. Flattery Is A Bunch Of Fucking Bullshit-Room Full Of Hard-Ons… (Live) 19. I Slept With Daughters And All I Got Was This Lousy Song Written About Me (Live) 20. Pants,Meet Shit (Live) 21. The Ghost With The Most (Live) 22. I Don’t Give A Shit About Wood, I’m Not A Chemist-My Stereo Has Mono… (Live) Like lots of the post-punk and art-rock they're raiding to make their robotic metal, Daughters have freed their guitars to explore and go fucking nuts by designating the melodic leads to their bass and bass drum. "Daughters Spelled Wrong" is a queasy, angled-lightning riff with what sounds like Marshall trying to speak even as he throws up; "Fiery" is almost pure drum solo, even as it has a kind of narrative arc; "Cheers, Pricks"-- at six minutes, presumably the longest song Daughters have ever written-- coasts off a lazily bright bass riff that descends even as the track collapses on itself. Daughters' uneasy marriage of Pussy Galore-cum-Locust attitude mirrors what they're attempting on Hell Songs: A unity of two different avant-gardes united mostly by a desire for shock and aural awe. The resulting songs might even work too well-- together, the disparate elements of grind and trashcan-rock come together so naturally that the result is almost conventional, which one has to think isn't really their intent. Forgive them for trying to freak us out: In the process, they've stumbled on to something.

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