Little Woman Teeth

Little Woman Teeth
Little Woman’s Teeth EP is a ferocious outpouring of manic virtuosity. This demented Brooklyn foursome zealously warp ears and minds with abstract free-jazz wanderings flayed by molten math metal psychosis and ragged punk thrashings. Sinister spy guitar lines courtesy of Ben Greenberg trade temporarily lucid melodies with the saxophone combo of Travis Lapiante and Darius Jones as little beacons of sanity amongst the swirling chaotic blender of impulses, propelling the aggressively askew barrage of squealing notes and sputtering rhythms. If three tracks of this potent madness (all titled "Teeth”) aren’t enough to freak out your neighbours, the album closer — just the guttural grunting, growling and howling of four men — will convince them you’ve taken to either buffalo torture or Satanism as a new hobby. Fucking weird, but it gets the job done in the name of eviscerating musical boundaries. (Sockets)