The Day Is Coming

For the discerning pinetoppers of contemporary, post-everything aggro grit, the name Johnny Noise should be synonymous with the sound of grizzled, sonic élan. One of the principal constructors of Los Llamarada¡Çs estimable creepy crawl, Noise¡Çs guitar howls and snarls went deep in guiding that band¡Çs portent vision of bleak, psychedelic ache. And now he¡Çs cast all his brut-moderne madrigals¡½drums, strings, vocals, the whole shebang¡½into a solo cauldron of hairy, distempered muzz for your consumption. Sounding like a lurching composite of Randy Holden, Bruce Gilbert, Steve Hall and Eric Hysteric, The Day Is Coming is the out-of-nowhere masterpiece of 2014 no one saw coming. Seriously, this is some virtual goat-killin¡Ç, blood-suckin¡Ç, Chupacabra-damaged, splayed-out shit! The man is back and armed to the gills. You have been hipped.