Nearly 50 years on, and with a whole fractal history of transformations stemming from the spirit of punk, the impressions drawn from the playbook of that spirit still resonate today, transcending the echo chamber of polyrhythmic tribalism, funk minimalism, and dissonance. Even though minimalism, polyrhythm, and dissonance are three central vectors in this music, this New York quartet evolves far beyond the mere mimicry of the groove and/or psychosis of Liquid Liquid or This Heat into a mental-physical state that, acknowledging the revolutions thus far—from US Maple to Liars or Battles—is nothing other than the Here and Now. Suspended within an instrumentation—unremarkable at first glance—of drums, guitar, and synthesizer, YHWH Nailgun’s brief songs take Sam Pickard’s imaginative rhythmic pulse as their vital force to anchor guitar spasms, glassy synthesizer textures, bass pulses, and Zack Borzone’s gritty vocals, as if exalting the rebellion of exhaustion. After a couple of EPs on Local Ramp and all the growing buzz that followed—fueled by cathartic, physical performances—they released their debut album on AD93, where they fit right in alongside Moin. Despite the obvious differences, there is common ground in their work, which, by sublimating the rhythm, ignites polyrhythmic movements between dance and fall, subverts the basic principles of rock and punk into a stripped-down, essential form, and finds a way to transform familiar elements into something new and captivating. Not bad at all.
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