Immediate - latest release from D.U.D.S or Duds (on a trio of labels Red Wig / Opal Tapes / Et Mon Cul C'est Du Tofu) is a deepening of the sinister sonic territory they have been exploring, in various forms, since they formed. Bass lines and percussion lope through the undergrowth while jagged guitars pierce the ears. Then there’s the brass section, which works less as a means of driving home a song’s point, than as a warning that whatever comes next is unlikely to be anything you expect.
Lyrics are still somewhat hard to make out, emerging from the rhythmic chaos at intervals, as though you were listening to the recording of an Old Testament prophet, preaching from the ruins of the twenty first century. I don’t know what kind of band D.U.D.S. are supposed to be. There are labels you could apply to them, terms like ‘wave’ and ‘punk’ with various prefixes designed to qualify the fact that they don’t really sound like anyone else. Immediate makes that fact all the more obvious and all the more compelling.
02. Humour & Friction
03. Not At All
07. Four (Paxton)
08. Semantic Exhaustion
09. Same Device
10. A Different Stage (Part Ll)
11. Nu Nu Nu
12. Delayed Doesn't Mean Deleted