Six years of silence, and then Holy Fuck crawl out from whatever fog-drenched Toronto barn they’d been haunting and hand you something that feels less like an album and more like a transmission from a noisy dimension.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Event Beat<\/em> opens its mouth and “Evie” falls out \u2014 a bass line so locked-in it feels like it was laid down by a robot, while Brian Borcherdt howls reverb-soaked syllables at no one and everyone. You don’t so much listen to it as get processed and possessed by it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n From there the album sprawls and mutates. “Elevate” burns slow like a fuse you can’t find the end of. “Czar” is pure mechanical funk, the sound of a factory floor becoming sentient and deciding it wants to dance. “Gold Flakes” drifts like smoke through a room that might not exist. “Aerosol” starts as a shuffle and ends as a small controlled explosion in your living room. There is not a single moment of comfort or control here, and that is entirely the point.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I saw them live at La Sala Rossa in Montr\u00e9al, and I’m still not fully back. I walked out onto Saint-Laurent at midnight feeling like I’d been briefly disassembled and put back together slightly differently. Highly recommend.<\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n