Nothing People
Smells Like Metal
Nothing People's Cathode Ray Tube/Gut Wind is a primitive play in two acts - first comes the total awareness of an awesome situation akin to the psychedelic-induced uber-gestalt & ultra-high-res communion with the spirits beyond and besides, as sound-tracked by an atavistic ensemble of post-rock proto-humans jamming with instruments that resemble medieval siege engines (the picture of Mogwai's feral reaction to a Hills Have Eyes' emergency is apposite here). Then comes razor-sharp focus as the lizard brain coils within your skull, fight or flee? Fight every time, this damaged punk rock coda is the sonic equivalent of a pick-up truck race through unpaved roads de-braining (and the odd survivor, soz) with a baseball bat, any hints of dude comradeship that may creep in this scene replaced by an odd and grim feeling of spiritual alignment with a chaotic environment (insert footage of the metaphorical crucifixion and ritual dismemberment and ingestion of Iggy Pop's incorruptible substance here). - 20JFG