January 7, 2015

LP: Nots - We Are Nots

Thrashing into the void with Memphis' Nots.

In my hometown, there's a piece in an art gallery of a large, black dot. It takes up the whole wall and generally looks like an emotionless void. If you stare at it for too long, your mind come down with a case of the weirdies. It's simple, but it's mesmerizing. This is also how I feel while listening to the debut album from Memphis' Nots, We Are Nots.

On their first full-length for Goner Records, the band serves up a 26-minute slice of monochromatic post-punk pie. While bands like Iceage and Protomartyr direct their rage outside of themselves, Nots' energies are entirely inward-bound. Rather than a diatribe of all that's wrong with the world, Nots' album reads like a zine, stickers on the front cover included. Only two songs surpass the three-minute mark, while others barely make it to one, attacking what's wrong with you, me and all that's in between. However, “Televangelist”, exorcises the fury straight out of the system, using a chillingly refreshing guitar that sounds like a door blown open in the middle of a storm. On “Talk Show”, the album's closer, the synths bring to mind the incessant hum of mating cicadas. The words may not always be decipherable, but Nots' debut proves that feelings are the only instrument necessary.


Listen to Nots on Soundcloud.

Alanna Yaraskavitch, a 2nd year journalism student at Carleton University in Ottawa, Canada. When not photocopying the latest issue of her perzine, Alanna also writes about music for Weird Canada and Razorcake. Give her a holler on Tumblr or Twitter.