Error
Error
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The debut EP from Iowa City’s Error is ear-piercingly awesome. It’s doubtful there is
a fifteen-minute experience your mom would hate more. The hardcore trio’s self-titled re- cording kicks off with a few ominous, dron- ing strums of a guitar, when the drum kit joins in, they ratchet up the speed and almost never look back.
The album’s first cut, “Spectral Hand,” lays the groundwork for the remaining seven tracks on the EP. The track rocks back and forth be- tween breakneck sprints that must take instru- ments and vocal chords to their absolute limit before laying into thick, sludgy grooves with heaps of splashing crash cymbals.
Even though Error only seem to have two speeds—blazing Kamakazi or Earth-shattering dirge, the two extremes play out perfectly over the short run time. Vocalist John Nagel vac- illates between vocal-chord-shredding wails and hellhound howells. And, though neither really makes lyrics that perceptible, the angst and rage in his performance coupled with
track titles like “Negative Space,” “Money Still Stinks” and “Crude Mode” make the at- titude pretty clear.
But the interplay between guitarist J.D. Woodell and drummer Joe Milik is the real star of the EP. Woodell and Milik inflict such intense torture on their respective instruments over the course of Error, it’s a wonder there wasn’t a kickstarter campaign for them to get new ones. Even if, at any given time, the Iowa City hardcore scene is only about 50 punks deep, you don’t need a whole lot when a band like Error throws down this hard.
John Schlotfelt will be reading Crime and Punishment for the next four-six weeks. Unknown Component
