Here Comes The Mind, There Goes The Body [LP]

Human Leather - Here Comes The Mind, There Goes The Body [LP]

Human Leather have always been a ferocious live act, unbelievably loud for a two piece. Their gigs are often an overwhelming wall of sludge, howls and amphetamine-addled drums, with spectators flying joyously around the pit. Previous recordings did full justice to the impact of the live show; however, the second helping is something else. On Here Comes the Mind, There Goes the Body the sludge is still present, rising, and lapping at your ankles, but there's a new clarity showing off exactly how fucking good those riffs are. There are ear worm riffs for days, shout along vocals that roar, shriek and reform into a Greek chorus, drums that thump you repeatedly in the chest and then the whole thing vanishes in just under 30 minutes, leaving you bruised, deafened and with questions about your life. Squint your ears a bit and you'll hear the influences of bands like Karp, Torche and Big Business but they're thrown into a much crustier stew. The lyrics span a variety of political issues, not limited to the landed gentry, global warming and consumerist harbingers of doom. Importantly the songs are also not afraid to discuss class issues (unlike many political bands who you suspect have a much sturdier security net). While this could easily feel preachy, every line is delivered with the knowing wink of the underdog and good humor, and the vibes are as they've always been in difficult times. And what is the point of a revolution you can't dance to? Speaking of dancing, the final track features an honest-to-god dance beat, acid squelches and disembodied vocal samples, pointing to an alternative universe in which Human Leather are a heavy electroclash band. Here comes the record of the year, bring what is left of your eardrums. You didn't need that body anyway. 01. Intro_x000D_ 02. Dark Depths And Surface Tension_x000D_ 03. Existence Is Not A Solo Sport_x000D_ 04. It's A Shit Business, Glad I'm Out Of It_x000D_ 05. Ain't No Such Thing As Civilised, It's Man So In Love With Greed, He Has Forgotten Himself And Found Only Appetites_x000D_ 06. Lore Of The Land_x000D_ 07. QVC Hands_x000D_ 08. Momentary Masters Of A Fraction Of A Dot_x000D_ 09. The Enclosed The Common Land And Built A Fucking Lawn_x000D_ 10. A Birthright Sham, A Downright Shame_x000D_ 11. Spare me The Pleasant Trees_x000D_ 12. Outro