Saddle Creek | The Faint | Reviews


Blank-wave Arcade

Author: Eric J Herboth
02/04/2000 | Pillowfight | Album Review
Good gawd. This record has been highly touted by nearly everyone I know who has heard it, and with every listen it climbs higher up my "best of" mental lists. Makes me want to do a lot of crazy shit. Wear all black. Go to clubs. Get phone numbers on match books. Dance. Crazy shit.

I am traditionally so not into new-wave stuff, because the original version was just a bit too tacky. The "new" new wave, however, is all right and the Faint are without a doubt the cream of the crop.

To completely understand this album, there is a simple equation; the Faint =Sex. It's all about sex, from the song titles ("Sex is Personal," "Worked Up So Sexual," "Casual Sex") to the lyrics ("... the heat from in their pockets could burn marks into their legs") to the beats.

The Faint come correct with heavy synth-laden rumblers riding a wave of low end sexual subversion. If you took the best parts of Human League, Pretty Hate Machine-era Nine Inch Nails and the Cure and whipped them up into a sex-crazed fuck frenzy, you might come up with the Faint. Just maybe.

Where bands like Antarctica tend to over use the plinky-plonky high end Casiotones of their 90's take on new wave, the Faint blow your doors and panties off with their fuzzed and droning analog zoom, tossing in a dash of ambiguous "vvvvring"s here and there to add a bit of glitz to their sandpaper suave.

This record is a 9 and climbing with every listen.
Blank-wave Arcade

Blank-wave Arcade

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