Lynchian punk to Lady Gaga: the best music Guardian staff and writers discovered this year
Chat Pile – God’s Country
In search of absolution after realising that I had been streaming NTS Radio uninterrupted for a week, I took the most convenient route I know to finding something fresh to listen to: Pitchfork’s mailout of highest-rated new albums. In that week’s list was the debut album by Chat Pile. Emerging from the post-industrial wastes of Oklahoma City, the not-so-young four-piece channel that strain of American vitriol that made a punk-horror canon out of Dead Kennedys, the Texas Chainsaw Massacre and Slipknot.
Frontman Raygun Busch doesn’t so much sing his lines as inhabit them, method-acting characters in the throes of hallucinatory meltdown, as on the nine-minute epic grimace_smoking_weed.jpeg (they’re really good at titles). But he’s flat-sober on the album’s knock-out moment Why?, a sludge-metal protest against a society that has failed its most vulnerable. “Why do people have to live
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