Women
Location: Alberta
Website: http://www.myspace.com/womenmusic
Bio: The grand and subtle trick of Women's music is that it's never as jagged and austere as it lets on; the humanity is never too ... (more)
far buried beneath the jigsaw and bite. "Eyesore," the quasi-epic closer to Women's Public Strain, comes on like a cavernous, rainy day Douglas Sirk melodrama over the course of its 6-plus minutes. Here, a greyscale tangle of oxodized guitar string chime ultimately gives into a warm rush of pastels and hope – albeit a dry, soured and toughened brand of hope.
"Women might combine all that I love about a band"- NPR (Carrie Brownstein)
".... straddles the 1960s' divide between the Warhol crowd's speed-addled New York cynicism and the echoes of psychedelic San Francisco that bubbled up across the pond in the fey, catchy pop of UK groups like the Zombies."
- Pitchfork
"the only correct response to Women's Velvets-meets Swell Maps assault is to stand dumbstruck and absorb the majestic onslaught being fed into your unworthy ears"
- NME
"The self-titled debut by this Canadian quartet was one of my favorite buried treasures last year"
- Jim DeRogatis, Chicago Sun Times
WOMEN - PUBLIC STRAIN


On their debut self-titled album, Women embraced sonic brashness that deeper examination revealed to be tinted with sly pop melody. With "Public Strain" the band have honed a sound truthful to that reverb drenched noise while allowing the pop sensibilities to surface into clearer focus.


In fall of 2009, Patrick Flegel (vocals/guitar), Matt Flegel (bass/vocals), Chris Reimer (guitar/vocals), and Michael Wallace (drums) went into the studio with an abundance of ideas, working around conflicting schedules and graveyard shifts. With Chad Van Gaalen again on production duties, the band laboriously crafted a timeless sounding recording over the dead of winter in Alberta, Canada. The result exploits their usage of harsh, grating dissonance in smaller and controlled doses, using noise as the foundation for richly structured, layered songwriting.


From the opening strains of "Can't You See" it's clear that the album is far more than just a continuation of their debut. Resting upon Matt Flegel's plodding bass line, Patrick Flegel's deadpan vocal delivery, and Chris Reimer on bowed guitars and cello, this moody, nocturnal ballad opens the album on a dark note – one that is quickly countered by "Heat Distraction", a jigsaw of bright guitar phrases and winding time signatures.


This exact balance of delicate and dense is a pervasive thread throughout the album, reflecting the contradiction of the band's environment buried in urban sprawl framed by prairie landscape. Whether twisting through the urgent krautrock of "Locust Valley", an exercise of harmony through simplicity, or climaxing with the bittersweet melody of "Eyesore", the album somehow builds luminous contrast out of a palette of grays.


In places claustrophobic, conjuring walking dreams of sexual anguish and general decay, elsewhere soaring with vintage guitar tones and vocal melodies or collapsing into swirling, mesmerizing swells, "Public Strain" cycles through insomnia, paranoia, resignation and euphoria, to capture a band with an undeniable voice coming into full awareness of their craft.
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