|A2||Good Luck With That||2:03|
|A4||Half The Way Down||3:08|
|A6||Leaving Room For The Lord||4:54|
|B3||Riding It Out||4:57|
|B4||Beneath The Commons||5:07|
|B5||Bank Of God||8:50|
|WCR 055, URA4950, FAUX043||Trust Punks||Double Bind (CD, Album, Dig)||Wharf Cat Records, Spunk Records, Faux Discx||WCR 055, URA4950, FAUX043||New Zealand||2016|
Paradise, Angel-Wire, 04:07. The Reservoir, 03:00.
Paul Brown//Alexander Grant//Lliam Powell//Joseph Thomas//Maté Vella.
LP - Wharf Cat Records. They're not complacent, and they don't want their listeners to be, either.
Mike's Pick of the Week: Trust Punks - Double Bind. For their second release, Trust Punks pursue a more syncopated and drone-y sound, pulling more from their post-punk predecessors and diving deeper into a political and angst-ridden murky pool that hasn't been cleaned in ages. Can't believe it took hearing it over the PA at The Foundry to discover this pearler of an album. Like a distinctly antipodean take on the Preoccupations/Viet Cong/Women (RIP) sound.
Double Bind reveals the band on a tear through an Australasia that's a precarious and nasty place for the young and the restless. In a time where there's more vying for your attention than ever - more outrage, more distraction, more content - Double Bind ticks all the boxes. It's angry for all the same reasons you are, but it's also involving and intricate, a record to get lost in.
Trust Punks’ Double Bind could easily be titled Lo-fi Anthems for the Disaffected. Precedented but by no means pastiche, the New Zealand 5-piece aligns most closely with the non-categorical attitude, and rumbling guitars of Wire. This said, their crashing fretwork, and shambolic rhythms also collide with the sprawling song structures, and repeated grooves of Krautrock. New Zealand’s Trust Punks thrust us into their warped world of sonic fragments on their new LP Double Bind. Moments of ambient minimalism devolve into a world of disorientation, and sonic saturation. The delicate piano sonatas of title track Double Bind are juxtaposed against the jarring guitar of Leaving Room for The Lord. The latter combines mishmashed lyrics, and fumbling rhythms, adding perfectly to the general air of antagonism. Pig follows with more fittingly dissonant fretwork before breaking into an anthem-like sing along.