Release Date: Feb 12, 2021
Record label: Memphis Industries
Genre(s): Pop/Rock, Alternative/Indie Rock, Indie Rock, New Wave/Post-Punk Revival, Noise-Rock
Executing jutting, angular antics with a cutting exactitude akin to luminaries such as Wire and XTC, the Leeds-hailing trio have, over the past twelve-months, eschewed stasis in favour of creative resourcefulness, culminating in two EP releases as well as the material underpinning this second full-length record. The death of founding member Steven Tyson would, however, tragically close out such a prolific year for the band, the late guitarist's technical virtuosity bolstering the appeal behind debut 3D Routine. Similarly graced with his talent, Lines Redacted holds a mirror up to the prevailing socio-political landscape; satirically primed in tackling the defining mistruths and propaganda of the age via Mush 's signature choppiness.
The truth can be hard to come by these days, but Mush are beyond trying to spell it out for us. Just a year on from their convincing debut mission statement, '3D Routine', the Leeds art-rock trio's witty and politicised rhetoric has wasted little time to resurface, this time addressing institutionalised collusion and the unbated spread of so-called 'fake news' that continues to infect headlines and newsfeeds worldwide. A tightly worded manifesto against misinformation, the band's swift follow-up, 'Lines Redacted' ignores the cotton-wooled pleasantries and preaches straight-talking facts with the sort of unapologetic, piss-taking cynicism specific to the most razor-sharp of British satire.
Mush's Dan Hyndman savors every syllable. On the Leeds post-punk band's second album, the vocalist and guitarist delivers five-dollar phrases with obvious glee, offering acerbic commentary ripped from international headlines. Songs about Russian bots meddling in elections and drinking bleach to cure COVID-19 could only be written in the present day, but Lines Redacted also serves as a monument to the band's late guitarist Steven Tyson, whose versatile shredding defined their sound.
Probably the worst part of any form of recovery is the moment when you have to rip that plaster off. Worried you might rip flesh away and cause new wounds; you wince in anticipation of the inevitable waves of pain. Well brace yourselves, because here comes the agonising part. Dan Hyndman's uniquely personal vocals on the second full-length Mush record have adopted a new gimmick, possibly developed as homage to the louche ramblings of Elvis Costello and Stephen Malkmus.