Kanine Records | What the hell kind of name is DinoWalrus? Ostensibly some species of lumbering mastodon which exists only grab your attention by stomping around carelessly before breaking into a full-blown stampede. Songs like “BEAD” sure give a glimpse into the mutant minds behind this mess, as well as the band’s penchant for meddlesome dabbling in keyboard tinkery before parlaying it all into an aggro-industrial crush.
DinoWalrus – Electric Car, Gas Guitar
It may take an acquired taste to get accustomed to the shrill vocals of Darwin Smith (at least the singer’s name fits the band’s), but maybe that’s the point: this is a bizarre animal which wants your attention and will clomp around until you perk up and give it some love. Its punky quirk and tenor sax–a film-noirish, spasmic stacatto of acidic jazz– acts like aural lighter fluid on the fire of an already riotous sound, threatening more and more to blow up in the listener’s face (er, ears). The Brooklyn trio fearlessly embraces the progressive sounds of yesteryear; everything from Hawkwind to Dead Kennedys come to mind on their debut %, coming to an indie store near you this January.
Words by Jeff Nau
