So, it’s the middle of the week already. You’ve woken up, or you’re beginning the slow process. Bleary-eyed or not, the day moves forward. At some point you’re bound to get tired again, right? Perhaps it’s time to take a break from whatever you’re doing. Breaks are good for you; they allow your body and mind to destress. But what to do? Maybe you can spare time enough for a refreshing beverage, perhaps a snack, then squeeze some stretches in, scan news headlines, read an album review on Gone Gazing. Whatever you do, it’s your time spent by you, for you… which is time well spent.
Punctuate your peaceful intermission with Osees’ newest release A Foul Form, a loud, distorted bundle of foot-tapping energy, undiluted and concentrated into a caffeine punch to the brain (or ears?). A Foul Form marks the Californian rock group’s twenty sixth album since their original formation in ‘97. Now under the streamlined moniker “Osees,” the band members have explored many iterations with their name (previously Thee Oh Sees, OCS & Orinoka Crash Suite) while their unwavering and infectious musical fervor continues to be a signet of consistency in every new release, A Foul Form being no exception. Just over twenty minutes, this indigestible mess of garage rock is paraded double time in full colours right past your senses, the perfect coffee break accompaniment.
It’s omnipresent momentum and thrumming bass on tracks like “Too Late for Suicide” and “Perm Act” see the album impatiently along and straight through to its abrupt conclusion. Fans of Bad Brains, L7, The Jesus Lizard and other hard punk groups will feel right at home with this unfalteringly fun release, while fans of EPs and shortened attention span-serving music may find their equal in A Foul Form. It is an album that leaves you with no time in between for… *inhales* deep breaths—save for the multiple deep breaths taken on “F*cking Kill Me,”—but leaves you feeling, instead, surprisingly refreshed. So, wake up with Osees’ A Foul Form on your next mindful break from, whatever… and don’t worry too much about what they’re saying, I mean nobody can understand those guys anyways, right?
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