Thee Kvlt ov (((Ouroboros - BLVD
March 21 2008 at 09:20:48 AM
Unless you just strolled out of Hot Topic brandishing Mastodon and Trivium hoodies, you’ve had some fundamental understanding of location’s significance to Metal. Thee Kvlt hails from Gainesville, a sort of proto-Southern cesspool known equally for its meth labs and gator poachers, plastic mammary’d mommies and perfunctory Saturday worship at the House that Spurrier built. Floridian living is equal parts angst and whimsy; the distribution is critical, however, as drownings, sunstrokes and alcohol poisonings are as commonplace as the daily acquisition of sand spurs. Thee Kvlt not only takes yin and yang to heart, it demonstrates every single facet in art, word and song.
BLVD works High and Low notion in ways that would make Andrew Hartwell greasy in the seat. Song titles ape dusty reading-room shibboleth and logocentric Trapper Keeper embossing; art waxes the infernal Scandinavian woodcut; sonics assemble in nearly mimetic fashion and then disassemble before there’s any chance of influential reception. In all honesty, there are ludicrous amounts of “sounds” and “styles” Thee Kvlt engages in. A fervent will to experiment—not exactly a Floridian Metal trait—keeps this EP from being pinned at its four corners. Heavy and slight, fast and slow, crass and pious, Thee Kvlt comes across as successfully contradictory; each song its own splendidly caused geometry, determined and steady in the shoes that it walks, likely pleased as fuckall to incite perplex and gibe, beery ecstasy and horned hands high. Recommended.
[Stewart Voegtlin]
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