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daughters - you won’t get what you want ian bledsoe
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Issue Three
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aughters have always been a fascinating collective within their realm of music. Although, it was really hard to determine what realm that they fitted in for the longest time. Their 2003 debut [not so] full length Canada Songs blisters through its 10 tracks in just an 11 minute runtime, with vocalist Alexis Marshall’s slightly amateurish screams clashing against the lacerating guitars feeling more like a Converge record on crack than anything sincerely cohesive. They never felt like a grindcore band, though. Even early on, their penchant for writing shocking, harsh-noise influenced tracks was also evident. This evidence became cemented when the Providence, RI collective released 2006’s Hell Songs. While still feeling frighteningly frantic throughout its upgraded 23 minute runtime, the shrill yelps from Alexis shifted towards a musky, mumbly drawl that felt more like Elvis being recorded on quaaludes than it did a freakish Dillinger Escape Plan rip. Along with the calculated instrumentation, Hell Songs only genuinely made sense as a soundtrack to insanity, and that, it fit into perfectly. That was, until the band decided to shed their grindcore overtones for a more accessible, yet still quintessentially maniacal noiserock sound. Their 2010 self titled, Daughters, released after the band’s supposed breakup, served as a lush, enthralling, and ugly swansong. It seemed that the road for Daughters,
