![]() It’s what happens when you replace a band’s blood with binary code, as the Police did with Ghost in the Machine and Talking Heads did with Fear of Music. It wasn’t an album that the Archers seemed destined to make, but it became their destiny: Noise-rock band from fertile Chapel Hill, North Carolina, scene dehumanizes itself with icy keyboards and minimalism. But really, what is this? A jaded, clinically taut kiss-off to 1990s guitar rock? A messy exhuming of cultural baggage to the tune of neurotically entwined guitar riffs? An album that opens with a martial treatise on the viral dissemination of popular culture and ends with a bleary snapshot of some rural county fair has some explaining to do.īut who will listen? The album is too abrasive, too challenging, too instigative. Even the nauseating cover photo of a punk-rock bathroom offers preemptive advice to the prospective listener: Turn around and walk away. Fans make excuses (it was, after all, Archers of Loaf’s exhausted swan song), critics wield perspective ( Icky Mettle is just so much more focused and immediate), and history opts not to comment on its shoddy short-term memory. ![]() ![]() White Trash Heroes is a record buried by denial. ![]()
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