Akira are three noisy sods from North London. This two track CD is a deliciously discordant introduction to the band, made up of distortion, feedback, fucked up vocals and general anti social behaviour. Your immediate reaction to the end is to wonder whether to put yourself through that listening experience again.
You should because out of chaos arrives beauty. Admittedly it’s a warped kind of beauty that you shouldn’t be left alone with by yourself at 2am on a January night but beauty all the same. ‘The Price of Freedom is Eternal Vigilance’ is the desolate lead track reminiscent of Sonic Youth, …….Trail of Dead and Mogwai. ‘Soho Was Always There For Me’ carries on the good work before collapsing into a car crash of distorted guitars, multi layered voices that lull you into a false sense of ending before piling on more and more abrasive noise.
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The only problem really is that bands like Akira (and there aren’t many of them about) will never be singles bands. Music as textured as this works best over the long haul where the slight shifts in noise and mood are more noticeable. If they could sustain this standard over an album they may be onto something.
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