Noam Belkind, Trevor de Brauw, Larry Herweg, Laurent Lebec, Jody Minnoch, Greg Norman.
Cafeteria-line teeth chattering in industrial scrambling vortex; hell's path, our furrowed eyebrows willed wonderment's pristine crawl on four amputated limbs, dripping its foul stench on littered, jaded eyes.
Avant, progged out, psych, helicopter grind -- Tusks aural barrage has been categorized with some random appellations. Truth of the matter is, the more out-there the genre description, the more obvious this fact: Its fucking out there. Amidst surgically precise blasts, frenzied vocals and fret board savagery to make devout fans of all matters of harshness raise a horned-hand salute, youll find a willingness to experiment: sitar, slide guitar, mandolin, swirling keyboard passages.
Basically, theyre to bedrooms in Chicago suburbs what Lightning Bolt and Arab on Radar are to Providence, R.I. Get it? No? Try this on for size: Its Discordance Axis by way of Yes "Close to the Edge" or a German-schooled Acme maelstrom played by fans of This Heat and Don Caballero. And a singer who professes his lyrical "chaos bordering on collapse" owes a debt of gratitude to Tom Waits, though he sounds more like a strangled banshee or the Germs Darby Crash.
Current members are in Pelican (Hydra Head Records) and previously did time in Hinckley, Disembodied and Long Live Nothing.
Tusk - Get Ready (Reissue) - 2006