WEDNESDAY, MARCH 28, 2012 |
Posted by: Carianne Hixson
Margot and the Nuclear So and So's is a band that has slid up and down the line of genres, most memorably settling into chamber pop for a lifespan of two albums. This may come as a surprise to new fans when listening to their fourth album Rot Gut, Domestic. The Nukes have deviated completely (again) and adopted a grungier style; a musical oxymoron by most common standards. Allusion aside, this album still showcases the bands gloomy tendencies and distinctly disconcerted lyrics with a level of maturation and talent that keeps the album from being a complete disaster.
The opening track, "Disease Tobacco Free," is the first of four consecutive leaps in the garage-rock direction. They've traded pianos and acoustic guitars for electric guitars riffs and heavy basslines. Songs like "Claw" and "Let's Paint Our Teeth Gold," flirted with this harsher style on Buzzard, but Margot & Co. really patented this sound on Gut Rot, Domestic. "A Journalist Falls In Love," is part of a two song respite from the grungier sounds off this new album-- and they're most similar to songs like "Skeleton Key," and "On A Freezing Chicago Street," from their first album.
Prior to Gut Rot, Domestic the instrumental aspect of this band's music acted as a foil to their abstruse lyrics. Now, they've broken their habit of being consistently contradictory to a point of confusion and boredom and found a new home. They've reached a pivitol place-- one that allots them ample space to harmonize weirdness with wit and musical apprehension. Gut Rot, Domestic is a rebellious album that is flawed, but if successful, could lead them to an eventual level of superiority.