Completely in love with this record! An explosive siege of ideas, "Precious Waste In Our Wake" is the debut LP from London based three-piece Triple Negative. Ringing like a LOUD warning shot to any cumbersome emulators of classics and those whomst would obey the rulebooks of the arthritic avant-garde, passages of abstract, energetic garage-psych and a previously unimaginable range of unexplored tone and texture (both electronic and acoustic) are weaved together with sensitive, understated jumble-sale genius!!
Perhaps some local, vivacious gig-go'ers may already be familiar with these folk's increasingly frequent live performances, however none of us fools at the shoppe have actually pulled the finger out to catch them in action yet (apparently we are all too busy keeping up to date with ham-acted, scripted-on-the-bog British crime dramas - fuck sake!) but they are meant to be PULVERISING.
Only on hearing this monster LP in full now do we TRULY realise the errors of our ways - while equally as non-negotiable as their 7" single from late last year (also on the mighty PP imprint), they here get a chance to gather speed when set free to stretch their legs across a full length trip. A disorderly mind-heist from the very start, the band steer an almost formless vehicle daringly close to the edge of total destruction, the rhythms of “Precious Waste...” strengthen and decay across carefully considered, pasted together songs, with erratic, juxtaposed (and surprisingly TUNEFUL) elements working their way in and out of this idiosyncratic update on some of the finest Xpressway-style pile ups.
The delicate, dust-disturbing piano on “Nothing Is Possible” and the glass-cut basslines on “Destroy” permeate swarms of phasing drum-machine metronomy, with tape churned vocals and bouzouki cascading gracefully in every direction like a falling leaf over the creaking, bric-a-brac textures. Shamanistic levels of enchantment throughout and an ectopic groove beating at the heart of the whole album, the subtle drifts come with a poise that recalls the finest moments on that Maciunas Ensemble collection from last year or indeed the disintegrative NZ death-march of The Dead C’s “Armed Courage”, every ounce of this trio equipped with jaws capable of delivering the same level of writhing combustible haunting BITE and rhythm as This Heat.
An endearingly honest and outrageously artful sense of seemingly forgetful prowess - having played together for seventeen years (!) and only now releasing their debut album, “Precious Waste..” really gives weight to the idea that it can take a long time to sound like yourself. Triple Negative's entirely unique breed of dynamic chaos providing the thrill and bewilderment of observing that which is so close to collapse, evolve into a fully realised slab of INFINITE potential.
Favourite thing we’ve heard in ages, cannot recommend highly enough. Edition of 280.