How does a band lauded as one of London’s most exciting live acts record their debut album? Not in concert, no, but perhaps the next best thing - by self-recording it almost entirely in their lead guitarist and vocalists basement.
It seems like the underground locale was the best way to imbue flamboyant garage-punk types Arrows Of Love with the same thrashing, flailing and kinetic energy seen at their live shows. The result is a calculated collection of cranked up, schizophrenic tunes that will cast a veritable DIY rocker spell over your very being.
Everything’s Fucked undulates between heavy, frenetic, deafening guitar and drum tracks and a bittersweet, subdued side that demonstrates the Arrows of Love reference points of Fugazi, McClusky, Jesus and Mary Chain, Truman’s Rockers and Sonic Youth.
First single “Honey” is whirlwind of fast-paced drums, while “Suck” has a bit of a shoegaze, J&MC tinge to it. Clamorous guitars, syncopated rhythms and heavy bass lines rifle through “Prescription”, “Conspiracy Podcast” and “Illusionist”, while elsewhere the order of the day is slower, almost stoner rock – yet lyrically very sharp – tracks, such as the “The Knife” (where lead vocalist Nima Teranchi harmonises beautifully with fellow guitarist Lyndsey Crtichley), “Addict” and “Ships”, which add a touch of softness through divine, phantasmagoria inducing reverb guitars.
Located in the new stream of alt-rock bands emerging out of London’s underbelly (read: East End bars) like Bo Ningen, Vuvuvultures, Zoetrope and Puffer, Arrows of Love’s Everything’s Fucked stands tall with the best of them. Its eleven tracks could quickly become your soundtrack to morning, noon, and night.