Holy shit! This album is Nintendo-thrash with screamed vocals and crunching guitars. Maybe Frank Black should take a cue or two from singer Ellery Samson; his throaty screech sounds like a case for a much-needed packet of cough drops.
The San Francisco trio’s emphatic jumble of Casio-pop melodies, busy
drums, and spazzy vigor clocks in at just under 20 minutes on their
debut full-length, “Emergency at the Everyday”, and will leave the
listener craving for more. Each song slams into the next, as The Mall
cut its teeth on deafening noise bluster inflected with hip-shaking
rhythms.
Simply put, dance music never sounded so menacing.
