Civic Center’s House in the Distance realizes the rhythmic promise of their previous release in ways both surprising and fated: much of this tape is nearly danceable music.
Yet even at the band’s most throbbing, propulsive moments, there’s always the delirium of a hinge barely hanging on. Buzzing, whining synthesizer yelps. Those ghastly vocals, clawing out from six feet under only to be flushed back down the baptismal pissoir. The bass guitar crunches and churns like rusted out hydraulics.
As the songs start to dissolve into more spatial, abstract worlds, House in the Distance drives its fiery, clattering energy, smashing and colliding into the fresh hell of a band with unusually ferocious intrepidity.