Die! Die! Die! / Form

Die! Die! Die!
Form
(Flying Nun/Golden Antenna)
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Die! Die! Die!: the band so nice, they named it thrice. They must be nice, too; they’re from New Zealand and New Zealand only produces nice people (if you ignore all the Orks).

They also like exclamation marks which, if the current sack of album titles sporting them is anything to go by, suggests they’re right on trend and destined for some loud, shouty form of world domination.

Already, you can see that this band has an incredible amount going for them - but that shouldn’t be news to you. If you’re lucky, you’ll have had your eyes and ears on this three-piece since they exploded onto the scene in 2003. If you haven’t, just where the hell have you been?

By the band’s own admission, this is the album they’ve wanted to record since they started – a raw, screeching homage to the noisiest elements of post-punk; a devastating whirlwind of sonic bluster that plays to all of the genre’s strengths without sounding so lo-fi that it’s actually… well, shit.

D!D!D! inhabit the high end of the vocal spectrum, but still manage to produce music with more balls than many of their contemporaries - just look towards the likes of ‘Caseman’ and ‘We Built Our Own Oppressors’for proof. Yet, in doing so, they never fall foul of the same ‘volume over content’ issue that plagues so many similar bands. High fives all round for that.

Accolades are slowly rolling in for D!D!D! (see the Taite Music Prize nomination) and all we can say is it’s about bloody time. We once boldly claimed that this band would change your life. We stand by that, but feel we ought to add “because their ear-rearranging music means you’ll never listen to post-punk in the same way again”.