Our Kingdom has fallen into seasonal wetness yet as a nation, we’re still none the cleaner. As time falls back into reverse and a child’s sustenance is no longer a requirement, Bristol subversive’s, Lice release ‘R.D.C’ ahead of their debut record: ‘WASTELAND: What Ails Our People Is Clear’ (via their own Settled Law Records).
If this is the revolution and Lice are the premised-aftermath of a two-year musical run in with ‘Artaud’s Theatre of Cruelty’, then the ‘R.D.C’ is a ‘Pariah’-obsessive-Pierrot; smoking the heedless scraps of an insomniac’s nightmares, and penning manifestos in the hallucinatory wasteland beneath your bed.
Bulbous, entrancing and grotesquely hypnotic, when Christiaan Huygens invented ‘The Magic Lantern’ he hesitated to acknowledge how others may perceive his primitive beauty, as demonic-design. Lice, as far as prose meets the point of nonlinear refraction, meld societies shadows into figures of our own contorted reality whilst consistently shining spotlight on their conceptual “aspirations and experiences in the punk world.”
“A wild Burroughsian adventure story” of blistered satire, ‘R.D.C’ is a cacophonous creature of motley temperaments and psyche sundered beck-and-calls from one, noise-intuitive four-piece to no other. This is a 21st Century leader of re-invented ‘Intonarumori’ with all the expressive absurdities of ‘Venice Beach Mardi-Gras, 1930’ via England’s South-West, 2020.
Header photo by Rowan Allen
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