Description

Protomartyr’s taut, austere rock was incubated in a freezing Detroit
warehouse littered with beer cans and cigarette butts and warmed,
feebly, by space heaters. Despite the cold, Protomartyr emerged with a
sound that is idiosyncratic but relatable, hooky but off-kilter, and
economical in a way that elicits comparisons to possible antecedents
like Pere Ubu or The Fall as well as local contemporaries like
Frustrations or Tyvek — all of which have combined here to make one
stunner of a sophomore album, and the band s first for Hardly Art.