By Kidwell King
It’s not often that a band provides a musical experience you can equate to ballroom dancing with a jackhammer. If that sounds enticing, pick up the latest record by the Coachwhips, Bangers Versus Fuckers, a messy eighteen minutes of pure, nearly indecipherable brimstone out on Narnack Records. This slab of wax must be played at full ear-pillaging volume, but this isn’t just needless noise. There’s something lurking deep within the sonic onslaught of this album, and without the volume, you’ll never hear past the static.
The San Francisco-based trio is made up of John Dwyer on guitar, a cat-in-heat communiqué they call “the vox,” secret weapon Val-Tronic on keys, and Mat Hartman on drums. The keyboards are really what distinguish this band, adding a chrome-like sheen to the trash sculpture. Val’s keys lash out from the metallic walls of Dwyer’s guitar, like some lewd sex-slicked ghost out to disrupt your pulse. Continue reading