White Lung - Sorry - 2012 Vancouver Indie Alt Punk 12 EP LP
White Lung - Sorry
Cat. #: DY209
Format:Vinyl, 12", 45 RPM, Album
Notes: Recorded, mixed and mastered at The Hive, 2011/12.
First press consisted of 2000 issued on black vinyl and included a color insert sheet
Released:20 May 2012
A1 Take The Mirror
A2 St. Dad
A3 Thick Lip
B1 I Rot
B3 Those Girls
B4 The Bad Way
Recorded At The Hive Creative Labs
Mixed At The Hive Creative Labs
Mastered At The Hive Creative Labs
Bass Grady Mackintosh*
Cover [Cover Art] Justin Gradin
Design Ryan Dyck
Drums Anne-Marie Vassiliou
Guitar [Guitars] Kenneth William
Photography By [Insert Photo] Michelle Ford
Recorded By, Mixed By, Mastered By Jesse Gander
Vocals Mish Way
But despite White Lung's threatening devotion to the more venomous corners of rapid-fire punk, Sorry is compulsively listenable due in no small part to singer Mish Way's successful pinning of a sweet spot between snarled yells, curled syllables, and melodic but equally intimidating, tobacco-tattered verse. The band's template recalls the earliest recordings by Hole, Babes in Toyland, or L7-- Way is not shy about her affinity for Courtney Love-- but compressed and sped-up to mimic the motions of classic 1980s hardcore. The latter is rooted mostly in the thoroughly relentless, rocket-speed drumming of Anne-Marie Vassiliou through the record's every track, which seems to know only one method of shifting tempo ("faster"). If those aforementioned riot grrrl references sound superficial, consider Way's own description of her band's sound: "like the feeling you get when you pee on the prego stick and it shows you a plus sign."
Way's most compelling moments on Sorry are those in which she's particularly hellish, strong, and lyrically bold. "Wipe that look from your face/ I'll drop you back from where you came," she screams within the first 40 seconds of opener "Take the Mirror", over guitarist Kenneth Williams' subtle but noise-laden post-punk riffage.
That fury returns on the hooky "Glue", where Way declares "You're a dead horse riding/ I'm out for you." These moments seem designed for thrashing pit-level shout-alongs, as does the cautionary chorus on "Bag". Elsewhere Way muses bloody and visceral lines that hone on the body, like "Bunny", where she ferociously sings "I'll scrub your liver clean until I die,"
or "Bad Way", in which she melodically describes a collapsing face and snapping veins over some of the record's most scratched, anxious fretwork.
Sorry has hardly got a distracted moment, but "Thick Lip" stands out as the band's most abrasive, collective assault. It functions like a sonic declaration of war, one that comes into focus as Way's lyrics acknowledge "a pretty young girl" in the back of your mind: "We don't have real heads/ Instead we got legs," she shouts, setting off a tirade of lines that seem to hint at topical criticisms of backwards beauty standards. "I know your big secret/ It's caked on your face," Way wages, and then the killer: "I know that you're better/ Than most of this world/ But your thick dumb lips/ Tell a real dumb truth." Interpret that one as you wish. Way pierces the song with a clear, perpetual shriek-- "WHAT DID HE SAY?"-- that feels like one of her definitive moments. Not every girl is a riot grrrl, but here Way quite undeniably carries a torch for feminist punk heroes of decades past while sounding entirely present.
And so add White Lung to the ever-widening pool of contemporary bands drawing from punk
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