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I smell a rat

Chris Auman

The Central Discovery of a Rat


The Central
Discovery of a Rat
[Blue Bedroom]

The Central deliver a new twelve-song album from their home base in Madison, Wisconsin. The general population of the great “Cheese State” apparently bought the Trump line of gaudy merchandise hook, line and sinker, but I won’t hold that against this band or the 77 square miles surrounding its capital city.

The Central, by its own admission, is a progressive grind band and they do grind, but this two-piece outfit is by no means a one-trick-pony. Their latest full-length album, Discovery Of A Rat, contains a full-on assault of extreme noise that is angry and raw to be sure, but there’s also quiet parts and little melodic worms that work their way into their songs and then into your skull. This includes but is not limited to the funky ditty “Palette Cleanser” which is the sonic version of exactly that. Many of the tracks contain as much groove as grind, and more math rock than full on metal mayhem. “Australian Karate Jew” has a 90s indie/math rock sound; “Totem Bowl” actually has a speedy, hyper kinetic pop sound; and “Pop Culture Prostitute”, which features audio snippets of Henry Rollins being a dick, is an especially thrashed out track. As a side note, the album cover is excessively gnarly.

Discovery Of A Rat is cathartic, angry and loud, yet razor sharp. Don’t believe me? Stream it for yourself.

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