I Wonder When They're Going To Destroy your face is the fifth album by Leicester's finest Prolapse, now based in Scandinavia and across the UK this band originally founded in Leicester, while they still sound like the most Scottish band ever. The bands twin hectoring vocalists Linda Steelyard and Mick Derrick are part of the bands 7- piece line-up along with Mick Harrison, Pat Marsden, David Jeffreys, Tim Pattison and Donald Ross Skinner.
The album opens with the Fall Of Cashline that has Prolapse's signature nasty guitar sound and hectoring vocals describing some of the things that brought down Cashline, this is brutal and once you tune into the vocals, clear in the contempt they hold for everything that went down.
Cha Cha Cha 2000 is the bands attempt at a dance craze single, only the sort of dance you'd do to this would make Bez look like Anna Pavlova, the spoken vocals are interspersed with fusillades of guitars and hammered drums, while your body moves in impossibly broken shapes to the whisper I'm a celebrity and the cries of Is that all you've got, well is it?
Err On The Side Of Dead and make damn sure you are not at all grateful about it, insistent riff driven into your cortex, buy and sell vocal retorts skewering the vinted generation, like all of Prolapses songs the more you listen to them, the more the opaque becomes clear and the clear becomes opaque, just how much do they hate getting up for work in the morning, the brutality of the daily routine.
Ghost In The Chair opens as an ambient soundscape rumbling Oxbow intoxicated stumble, before Mick starts to tell us about the Ghost In The Chair trying not to sound freaked out, noises disrupt the flow, Linda adds a barb or two against the odd drilling sound and gentle guitars, noises seep into your mind like phantasms dragging you out of your lonely torpor.
On The Quarter Days asks questions of how you pay your rent on those Quarter Days when its due, other questions are slung at us across the collapsing guitars and broken down drumming, they find order within the malaise, chipping away at the peppercorn rent, this has a deep rumbling core until Linda ends things by saying Oh Shit, Bollocks.
Cacophony No C lives up to its title, with a maelstrom of guitars and dark nasty bass and drums helping them to wonder why you'd clear out that basement and all the odd things down there. Jackdaw opens with a cry of three minutes to Cleveland before the clattering drums and distorted guitars come crashing in, the mantra is cried out over and over, with details of how you are always three minutes from Cleveland while sounding like a Dimbulb outtake or the nastiest Electric Eels song, despite this being about the other Cleveland.
Ectoplasm United isn't about a Ghostbusters obsessed Football team, but does sound like classic Prolapse, we are all linked by that ectoplasm with the twin vocals muttering away, nagging guitars and splattered drumming dissolve your mind, while uniting us in awe at that Elastoplast solution bringing them beer and glory. Will they find more Corduroy trousers or not and other weird concerns.
The album closes with A Forever wherein Prolapse actually play acoustic guitars, so we can all hold hands and listen to this tale of running away from everything, listing all the people who were their that day at Leicester Forest East when they had that epiphany.
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