One of the most prolific bands this side of Ty Segall are back again with their fourth album (third if we’re not counting the hard-to-get American Specialties). Their last release, Monastic Living, didn’t exactly go down well here, but we’re willing to let pretentious noise-rock experimentation slide if it’s just a dip into unknown territories. And that’s exactly what ‘Dust’ suggests, albeit without leaving behind the noisier parts of that entirely. It’s true to say that ‘Dust’ is nowhere near as wordy as something like ‘Content Nausea’ or ‘Sunbathing Animal’, but Andrew Savage restraining himself from speaking every word in the known vocabulary has worked out pretty well for their next step. ‘Dust is everywhere / Sweep’ is probably as minimalist as Savage is going to go, which is something for Andrew Savage. There’s spaces for interpretation in their newfound lack of lyrics, whereas before it was very clear what Savage was on about.
The instrumental style is firmly in the Content Nausea – their hugely underrated mini-LP – sector with its americana-by-punk dustiness (no pun intended) which echoes their homeland of Texas and makes them a bit different from your average punk band. Cowpunk might be a stretch, there’s more Sonic Youth in the latter section than the Cramps, but it’s definitely there. The repetition in the bass and drums lends itself to a resemblance to their longer songs ‘Uncast Shadow of a Southern Myth’ or ‘Instant Disassembly’ and while those songs can drag, the repetition goes hand in hand with the conciseness of the track, coupled with the noisy ending that brings a conclusion to the built-up tension. A breath of relief after Monastic Living.