Ike Yard often gets the "no wave" label, but the debut album from this New York minimal synth group is essentially an EBM record; these tones, rhythms and beats have more in common with D.A.F. than James Chance or Mars. In some ways Ike Yard slither through the same channels as early Swans, accenting their syncopated martial beats with abrupt bursts of noisy violence, commanded by a chilling voice that oscillates between shameful tenderness and frightening sexual authority. A scary and arousing portrait of male hubris.
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