Wednesday, November 23, 2011

A big thanks to Noah Leger for his great mention of the AoH LP in the new Reader!

Anatomy of Habit, self-titled: Remember the opening scene in Blue Velvet? Familiar images are shown in such a way that you're immediately aware of a deeply concerning underbelly, which gives unexplainable dark power to a bird perched on a tree branch or a guy watering his lawn. This record is creepy and vast in a way that Chicago music usually isn't. Sparse guitar melodies lay on thick, perfectly balanced bass riffs, and honest singing and a noticeable sense of unity make this album shine. Seeing these guys live is a thing of next-level wonder. Is the percussionist whipping a piece of sheet metal with a chain? Yes he is.