Perfect Pussy Say Yes to Love
After you’ve snickered, blushed or written this band off completely for naming itself Perfect Pussy, listen to the music. That, too, won’t be for everyone, but the Syracuse, New York, five-piece’s aesthetic might appeal to fans of abrasive, lo-fi recordings.
Listening can be exhausting—with shouted female vocals glued to frenetic instrumentation (think: Kim Gordon’s earliest Sonic Youth tracks), and the whole mess coated in thick hiss—so it’s no shock the approach worked better on last year’s shorter, four-song debut EP (though “full length” Say Yes to Love runs just 23 minutes). The band also seems to have placed a higher premium on sonics than songs this time, replacing play-’em-again charms with a more general eardrum assault. When Perfect Pussy does bust out, over the final track and a half, it abandons structure entirely for noisy experimentation. That’ll either piss you off more or send you searching for answers. Google with caution.