In such allusive surroundings, You Say Party! We Say Die! complete the picture like flashing diodes on a pulse-monitor, keeping everything wired and alive. The brooding Canadian five-piece play visceral dance-punk thats as immediate as it is idiosyncratic. By all intents, YSP! WSD! are one of the most exciting new bands around and youd be more time-efficient to stop reading this here and go buy their album Hit The Floor right NOW.
Lead singer Becky Ninkovic is as retro as the surroundings, her massive bob of hair hugging her face like a peace-loving hippy. Her dance moves flip from borderline ballet choreography to flailing about on her back doing bicycle kicks in the air. Shes like a rabid incarnation of the old Top Of The Pops dancing troupe and its a thrill to watch.
The songs are great. Warming us up with opener Love In The New Millennium is a gradual awakening, infused with the hot anticipation of an Olympic starter-gun countdown. Then BANG! were off, and for forty-five minutes the band collide about the stage playing thrash you can dance to do something which theres just not enough of these days.
He! She! You! Me! They! We! Us! Ok! and Cold Hands! Hot Bodies! justify their exclamation indulgence with attacking rock hooks that grab you by the shoulders and shake you until youre puking with excitement.
Occasionally songs slip under the excitement radar, Apocalypse Miaow could have stayed in the practice room, but who am I to complain when they follow it with stutter-rock anthem The Gap (Between The Rich And The Poor), one of the most underrated indie single of the year.
Finishing their set with Dont Wait Up, the pseudo-lullaby that escalates into another synth-punk epic, underscores their hyperactive nature with some soaring vocal melodies that wrap the whole experience up as the perfect embodiment of style and substance in equilibrium.
Quite simply, You Say Party! We Say Die! are amazing, allow them into your life.
FUTURE GIGS
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