Once upon a time, I had a radio show that only played bands currently performing in the district. That show is super dead, so we’ve resurrected it (with way more words and far less radio) in the form of this column. Everyday I’ll review a song from a band playing in D.C. that night. The rules are, 1. I can only listen to the song once and 2. I only have until the end of the song to finish my review.
KRILL – PHANTOM
A Distant Fist Unclenching is such a menacing album title. The first ten seconds of this song are so quiet that I thought my laptops speakers weren’t working. Then it’s like BAM. A voice in the dark. I really like this, actually. It’s… rumbly? Maybe that’s just the approaching storm? This is good rainy day (or night) music. Oh damn. That climax. They’re really going for it. I wonder what the milk is a metaphor for (you know it’s a metaphor).
You can see Krill tonight with Speedy Ortiz at Black Cat.
