The latest release from D.U.D.S. is a deepening of the sinister sonic territory they have been exploring, in various forms, since they formed. Bass lines and percussion lope through the undergrowth while jagged guitars pierce the ears. Then there’s the brass section, which works less as a means of driving home a song’s point, than as a warning that whatever comes next is unlikely to be anything you expect. Lyrics are still somewhat hard to make out, emerging from the rhythmic chaos at intervals, as though you were listening to the recording of an Old Testament prophet, preaching from the ruins of the twenty first century. I don’t know what kind of band D.U.D.S. are supposed to be. There are labels you could apply to them, terms like ‘wave’ and ‘punk’ with various prefixes designed to qualify the fact that they don’t really sound like anyone else. Immediate makes that fact all the more obvious and all the more compelling.
Sometimes you catch something unexpected which resets a switch, excites and engages. I caught D.U.D.S. a couple of years ago on a whim, they were visiting Newcastle supporting their debut album. I had never heard them or of them but the moment their perfectly disjointed music hit the room, I was all smiles. Warping brass shapes through the room entwined with guitars played as percussively as they are melodically, the whole sound coalesces into a rolling ball of spiked energy.
Their take on punk rock welds the caustic atonality of The Fall to the coiled funk of Liquid Liquid. Both drenched in negative information and loaded with dance floor impact. Lyrically themes explore the human condition a lurching dread and this dichotomy of no-wave funk and the lyrical creep is the hook the grabs me/you/us and forces a regular return.
– Bish (Opal Tapes)
A tight, succinct 7 piece that is centred around sharp bursts of rhythmical energy. They hail from Manchester, UK, forming in early 2015 and have made steady and assured progress towards their current sound without sacrificing a continuing developing and experimentation in their music. Their songs, kaleidoscopic in their scope, comment on the human condition and arbitrary, often strange scenarios or themes. The forthcoming debut album has managed to deftly solidify the groups taut, muscular live sound into 12 distinctive songs. Veering from angular, sharp guitar infectiousness and bulldozing bass and drums, to more reflective and spaciously delicate art rock, ‘…Of Nature Or Degree’ is also peppered with flares of free jazz skronk and ruminates with a decimating post-punk minimalism that unequivocally shows DUDS perfectly pitched clarity in their sound and their vision, managing to focus these competing sonic influences into a deadly cohesive long player.
– David Mclean (Tombed Visions Records)
‘You kind of know where you are (in a good way) with a band name like Duds, self-effacing in the the way only the British can be. Lacking even the qualification of the definite article! Musically they don’t disappoint either. Lead-off track ‘No Remark’ from their latest EP Wet Reduction has an element to it that doesn’t quite qualify as music (in all the right ways) a bit atonal, in some rhythm that’s not 4/4 but is somehow some kind of pop from another dimension.’
– Colin Newman (Wire)
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