The debut MC 12″ recently unearthed by SGG from the private-press bunker is available from the finest shop in the land – and they clearly appreciate the post-punk/mutant-funk, art-damaged, Chrome-plated heaviness contained within its grooves. Warm up with this and try to prepare for the acid bath that hits when their “Spaces Tangled” LP drops in a matter of weeks..
“One of two new releases this week on the Sleeping Giant Glossolalia label, the other, the debut from the new Mick Barr / Brooks Headley duo Oldest reviewed elsewhere on this week’s list, and this, the debut from this rhythmic lo-fi post punk noise rock combo, whose sound is a super distorted, lurching, lumbering mathed out monster, all gristly guitar buzz, blown out rehearsal space drumming, the sound fuzzy and washed out, but dense and tense and thick. The songs tangled arrangements of churning downtuned heaviness, of stop/start math rock stutter, angular and chaotic, with the occasional weirdly almost arena-rock sounding chorus, in fact most of the songs have some buried melodies that transform Mutlicult’s blasts of rhythmic frenzy into something much more than just noise rock workouts. The basslines are thick but brittle, the vocals a buried bellow, there’s definitely an AmRep vibe, but there’s also a sort of early eighties UK post punk thing going on, some of the jams downright groovy, everything wreathed in crumbling distortion, but the pop hooks are there somewhere, and seem to surface with repeated listens, but they are subtle, Multicult is more about woozy, dirgey, muddy heaviness, a sound that seems to melt and ooze, almost like someone is dragging their finger along the record as it spins, which only gives the sound an even more tripped out psychedelic feel. For all their pound and crush, the band don’t shy away from the rhythms that drive their sound, often striping things way down, and letting the bass and drums take control, it’s at those points that Multicult sound more like they could be some lost eighties punk/funk artifact, but as rhythmic (and at times, groovy) as these guys get, they never ever stray too far from another blast of churning skull caving noise rock crunch. Packaged in a red 12″ style sleeve, with a green and yellow sticker.”
– www.aquariusrecords.org