Artist: Chic Gala
Keywords: electronic toronto cybergrind cyberpunk digital hardcore experimental electronic kitty on fire records neo-noise nintendocore noisecore post-cybergrind synthcore synthpunk
Label: kitty on fire records
Oh gosh, it’s KN here and I’ve become way too serious with writing these blurbs of music discoveries. I can’t help it, it’s just… well you know.. the way it is sometimes. But yes, even for this album ‘review’ I might have gone too deep, I mean it’s party music and I’m spooning it up with a tea spoon for some kind of crazy analyzed nitwit report, while instead I should have just gotten extremely drunk and screwed up and wrote some yippee things instead. But I try.. you will see, I try to be all happy and buzzing, look at my enthusiasm in writing form:
When music moves you instantly to point your finger in the air towards the speaker and it automatically starts to move up and down aligned to the beat, you know that this is ‘the one’ aimed to be the pulse at a festive feast. This is what happened to me when this punchy killer album by Chic Gala kicked in, it wasn’t only my finger wobbling, but my head was also going violently in all kinds of directions; a bit like a broken doll on a string, utterly doing its best to gain a neck injury!
Not much is known to me about the people behind this when I dived into this album, I basically followed its trail in a email threat by my crazy mate Caffeinate and Chic Gala, probably a conversation in which Chic Gala provoked the poor guy to hear this album and write something about it; But boy, Am I happy to have snitched it away before him! This album is fun, quirky, punky and a bit as if digital hardcore from the early heydays had candy floss for dinner! It’s more like a party than a anarchistic take down of society, but that’s at times certainly alright with me. It might not have a purpose to bring down Babylon and might slightly feel as if it’s punching without kicking someone in the nuts, but yes, if you take away the stigma of electronic rebel music and just see it as a pounding provider for a wilder dance party; it’s working out pretty damn well.
To me it’s coming across like a Hollywood party for people that like it harder than the rest, but don’t want to miss out on the fun of early squats and long haired dreaded unwashed edgy peeps. A bit as if a nice club had been infiltrated by a post glam goth group that had taken the sounds of the Digital Hardcore Recording days and gave it a party hat, a whistle and some colorful face paint; hell, maybe they even added some balloons! It’s edgy as for some people the message music of destroying things like the establishment seemed to be the big appealing layer of this kind of music & now that it is seemingly stripped away by Chic Gala, it gets a whole different meaning and direction: party, party, party.
It’s alright, we all need a blast once in a while and nobody can always be busy punching down capital buildings or starting riots against capitalism. Sometimes it’s just time to have a soundtrack to smash yourself up with a happy liquid, blasting beats and a fun style of music that you recognize and can just hop on for a dance without brains. The result of this album’s music was straightforwardly successful in this regard:
Eventually they made not only my finger and my head do bumpy clumpsy things in appreciation, but also my shoulders got unlocked in spastic moves that white people might call ‘dancing’. I think they might have popped my bones all back into place, so in the end listening to the album saved me a visit to the crack doctor!
With loud steady electric beats, nicely pushed into the red zones, manic melodies based on bass and menacing entertaining lyrics that are also dressed in a party like distortion, we can simply feel like we are at a cocktail bar of hipsters that the Chic Gala have bestowed with their party vibes, burning their beards and stealing their drinks like there is no tomorrow. With enough speed and punchlines to get wasted on other people’s drinks and a burn it all attitude to let it all hang loose, this album of party entertainment does it’s best to keep the fire burning. It’s probably enough to give you the energy to be able to sprint home when the club had closed down to reach your ‘home’ safe and sound.
So yes, a punchy party animal in the shape of a album. That’s what this one comes across to me, hooking up to the things that we crazy lot needs to hear and what other might not bare! Some chip tune sounds, fuzzy fuss, some nasty synth hooks to get manically neurotic on and vocals that will keep your straight edged friends weeping. Everybody likes the four by four beats, claps and kicks as they are made for dancing purposes so get your head empty, don’t think to much about it all and have some fun on the dance floor as if there is no tomorrow. Why not? I do not know if my friend Caffeinate will give this album a second listen, review it with his own mind, opinions and meanings, but for now you will have mine. Oh and because I’m so kind, here is the link to the party: