At what point, exactly, does noise become art? That question was swimming around my head after listening to the debut from Montreal foursome AIDS Wolf. The Lovvers LP seems to be nothing more than harsh sonics - grating guitars vying with vocalist Chloe Lum's shrill, discordant delivery to see who can shred your eardrums first. You'd be hard pressed to find any semblance of traditional song structure or much evidence that the band is familiar with the concept of melody, either. If this album is so unlistenable, though, why the hell is it in constant rotation at my house?
Maybe I'm letting my knowledge of their mind-blowing live show cloud my judgment. If nothing else, the band does offer up one of the most chaotic, energized live shows around, blowing through a set in a frenzied, rabid glee that you have to see to believe.
Or maybe I just appreciate the power and energy that the band brings to the music. The Lovvers LP is little more than an EP in reality, running only a scant twenty-five minutes. AIDS Wolf makes each one of those minutes count, though, cramming every song to the brim with vicious noise. It's an unrelenting assault on your senses, one two-minute fit of violence at a time.
Hell, maybe I just respect them because of their balls. You need some chutzpah if you're going to name your band AIDS Wolf (word has it, the name comes from an urban legend that wolves transmit AIDS instead of rabies). Oh, and did I mention that the band members appear naked on the album's cover?
Maybe it's for the best that I can't quite place my finger on why AIDS Wolf does it for me. After all, Oscar Wilde once said that music is the perfect type of art because it can never reveal its ultimate secret. All I know is that The Lovvers LP is raw - and flawed. But when I press play, it makes me feel alive, and that's good enough for me.
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