Washington, DC's
Black Eyes broke up shortly before the release of their second album, and that album, 2004's
Cough, has the anarchic vibe of a band that knows they're about to self-destruct and not only doesn't care, but revels in the imminent collapse. If contemporaries like
Q and Not U, the
Yeah Yeah Yeahs,
Liars and
!!! are really the rebirth of the New York post-punk art /dance scene of the early '80s,
Black Eyes were the scene's equivalent to first-generation noise fiends like Mars or Teenage Jesus & the Jerks, mixed with the literally anarchic politics of the
Crass collective or
the Ex. Most of these 11 songs consist of drums (two sets), bass (two of those, too) and chanted/shrieked group vocals, overlaid with a horn section that sounds like they drifted in from an entirely different session. Near-atonal squonks and peals in the '60s free jazz traditions overlay the songs, and their deliberate clashing with the rest of the soundfield is undoubtedly the point. The startlingly good "Drums" is the album's highest point, the one song on which the band pick a single groove and focus on building and developing it into a powerful, unified musical statement. Too much of the rest of
Cough is the sound of a band enjoying the sound of tearing themselves apart. ~ Stewart Mason