THE LINDAS: 8X9
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Described as a super group of nobodies—I love the deconstruction!—The Lindas cast a spell over the listener. Despite its compactness, their album detonates a nuclear bomb of charm. 8×9 is less than nine-and-a-half minutes long and in that time you get to know the band as well as anybody you might have known for twenty years. There’s no self-deception, no posturing—just a real “fuck you, know me or get the fuck out of here” attitude. Which, really, is the point: you can’t satisfy everybody so what’s the use even trying? Yas’ vocals display staggering emotional range in less than thirty seconds for each song. The album has layers and layers to it, almost like a play within a play—take, for instance, the first track “Dead Lovers,” coming in at an epic 1:12. It’s the Lindas’ “Bela Lugosi is Dead,” the goth version of a Germs song. On 8X9, the Lindas are playing with language and the parameters of what an album could and should be—it’s like ripping a scab off and letting it heal in order to go through the entire process again, just in order to experience the something/anything. It lets us know we’re alive, or something approaching that feeling, whatever it is. 8×9 is fun for the whole family, if your whole family hates you.
THE LINDAS’ 8X9 IS OUT NOW ON BURGER RECORDS.