Death Magic, by HEALTH
There’s a sort of abstract impressionist approach to love and lust in the lyrics and in Duzsik’s remote vocals; any turmoil is expressed, instead, in Christopher Nolan-esque blatts, thumping low end, squalling guitars, and massive drum solos. The noise isn’t just noise — it’s carnal physicality, at an ideal tempo for grinding, with teeth-rattling intensity that’s meant to be sensuously overwhelming. This isn’t about love, sonically; it’s about immense lust.
Jason Preu 