Mi Ami Steal Your Face

Mi Ami Steal Your Face
If there was ever a soundtrack to a bad acid trip in the tropics, it's Mi Ami's Steal Your Face. Hot, sticky and more than a little funked up, the sophomore album from this crew of San Franciscans slams world-obsessed tribalism straight into swirling psych punk noise, dolling out everything from post-punk to dub to tropical guitar music. If you immersed yourself in the band's last effort, 2009's Watersports, this will no doubt sound like a familiar formula. But a repeat this is not. Steal Your Face is significantly louder, brasher and more up in your grill, ditching Watersports' often minimalist tactics for an increasingly groove-heavy wall-of-noise approach. In fact, Steal Your Face stands as Mi Ami's most aggressive work since rising from the ashes of the late Black Eyes, with front-man Daniel Martin-McCormick taking his vocal-shredding catharsis to new unsettling heights. If you thought America's obsession with the whole world beat thing was all polo shirts, neon sunglasses and Vampire Weekends, Mi Ami shows there's a lot more to it than that. (Thrill Jockey)