September 16, 2004
BREATHER RESIST [I]CHARMER[/I] REVIEW
My new favorite band, Breather Resist, is from Louisville, Kentucky--a lush, mossy land of Derby Week hoopla, good mint juleps, and Civil War ghosts. Their sound is the cramped, confused, and tangled soul of Southern American teenage freaked-out-ness. It's the inner holy-shit-why-am-I-even-alive hormonal turmoil busting the dam and flooding the valley with brutal, passionate hardcore battened down by two-ton speed metal riffs and singer Steve Sindoni closing his eyes, throwing his ratty head back, and losing his mind on the club floor. Songs brood slow and sludgy, shuddering into a grind before speeding up and helter-skeltering away, but then--what's this?--suddenly we're crawling along in a Pink Floyd psyche shuffle, high seagull cries of feedback, and "Shine on You Crazy Diamond" IMAX astronaut journeys. I bet these guys really love playing this music--no matter how heartbreakingly earnest it is.
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