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More Water! More Damage! The second proper LP by this Texan juggernaut is even more biggerer than the first, a head-drowning pair of new reels (every Water Damage tracks generally take up a reel of tape, hence the reel ____ song titles) that makes you feel like youre swimming in a sun-drenched river of sound. Two drummers, two bassists, and tons of vibrating strings are once again a recipe for massive rocking-drone fires.
Two Songs has two songs, and theyre kind of the yin/yang of Water Damage: one toned very low, growling and roaring, groaning over a beat, while the other hums high, troubling the treble clef and ringing like a bunch of church bells that dont want to be in church. Theyre more alike than different though, divining momentum from repetition, flying forward by staying in place, climbing a mountain that theyre building as they go.
Enough ink has already been spilled about the previous-band pedigrees of the players in this hurtling collective, and by this point, the past seems way less relevant than the present when it comes to Water Damages present-pounding sound. These people know what theyre doing, sure. You dont need a resume in front of you to figure that out. Its there in every second of this gigantic, eternal music– in all the strings being bowed, the skins being slammed, the rumbles being rumbled.
You might notice that this time around, Water Damage havent just given their tracks reel numbers. They’re also called “Fuck This” and “Fuck That.” I take that as instructional. Whatever youre doing, whatever youre fretting about, whatever someones trying to use to occupy your attention so youll buy something or vote for something or ignore something: Fuck This. Fuck That. Listen to Water Damage. – Marc Masters
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