when you record your own album that you release on your own label, utilizing a multiplicity of inventive songwriting skills to coalesce into this musical shape that couldnt be molded better with soft clay, you have defined a new meaning for ingenuity The amazing thing about Thereaphosa is how they have riffs that are stolen straight from The Edges playbook and how they mix in competing sounds for something truly special and electric. Frustrated musicians should avoid this album entirely, as not only is nothing half-assed but indeed everything from the artwork to the finest of details in recording technique could easily take a lesser creature a decade to refine. Not often am I totally stunned after listening to an album but this musical pepper spray had me planted against the wall.
From the start of this album one thing that seems clear, Theraphosa wants to pump new blood into the now increasingly stale hardcore scene. They want to avoid becoming another band stamped from a tired mold. Each member demonstrates command over their instrument, and seeks to expand the boundaries of their genre through experimentation.
...musically intense in the best way possible. These guys trapse through the backyards of the best: U2, Peter Gabriel, Psychedelic Furs, TV On The Radio, Shellac, Soundgarden, Pretty Girls Make Graves (musically, not vocally), and a few other really heavy hitters without ever falling into blatant copycatting of one band or another. Also totally impressive is that that this trio did all of the recording here themselves. In any event, if you are down for sludgy bass, mathy, sometimes dub influenced drumming, and razor sharp guitar work, perhaps a roadtrip to Cincinnati is in order… and make arrangements to get blown away.
Breaking the code of bold letters spread throughout the lyric sheet reveals the tip: When you know how your suffering came to be, you are already on the path to emancipation. Theraphosas freedom from its suffering is a long way off. This band has enough devils running through its bloodstream that any visible cuts are clotted with pitchforks and bifurcated tails. Pessimistic and dark, they run with their insecurities.
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These guys play rhythm-heavy, experimental indie rock with a twist of death disco and art punk. The vocals remind me a little of Pere Ubu and Bob Mouldlow in the mix and echoey, cathartic and yowling.
Most people I talk to, especially people in bands, mention Theraphosa in their list of favorite[s]... the energetic trios sound easily weaves between hook-laden straightforward rock and more experimental, atmospheric sounds… once you hear it, you’ll have to see it liveor maybe vice versa, if you see the band and then get the disc.
Waves of intricate drum beats push the pulsing bass and stabbing guitar lines forward while bursts of strained lyrics cut jagged swatches of melody from the overall canvas… blondi is undeniably one of the most unique and inventive discs of recent memory, and Theraphosa are without a doubt one of [Cincinnatis] best kept secrets.
Members of the late greats Autumn Rising and Feasts of Merit have joined forces to create the powerhouse of experimental rock that is Theraphosa. Though the bands sound contains lingering hints of Autumn Risings angular, pulsating math-rock, the songwriting has matured into something far more complex: the rhythm section is tight, efficient, and perhaps a little angry. The haunting vocals weave in and out, often colored with flanges and various other effects. Guitars are brittle and shimmering, like animated glass figurines of bizarre little creatures who crawl up on your shoulder while youre at work and whisper accusations. Like the poisonous spider I take to be their namesake, Theraphosa are at once beautiful, terrifying, and absolutely fascinating. Recommended If You Like: early Genesis (the Peter Gabriel era), Autumn Rising, Shellac.
...this is indie-rock, to be sure, but it’s the eccentricities that help to shape a sound that isnt entirely formulaic.