Math rock, for those not in the know, is not some ungodly mix of calculus and rhythm that’s performed by the pocket-protector set. The oft-lengthy and confusing formulas created by physicists, who rely on mathematical equations and models to confirm or deny their oft-wacky theories, need not be understood. In the simplest terms, it’s a rock sub-genre that dates back to the days of King Crimson and Rush. It employs oft-intricate rhythmic structures, oddball time signatures, and extended chords. In the years since from the 1970s, however, its roots have spread into other sub-genres, including metal, new wave and alternative.
Led by Penelope Stevens, perhaps best known for playing bass and keyboards with art rockers Motherhood, the New Brunswick-based Penny & the Pits are a punky bunch that brandishes crunchy rhythms and heavy guitars, all while delving into the personal and collective traumas too often dismissed by society writ large. It’s both furious and funny. Stevens says in the press release, “When I was writing these songs, I imagined my closest femme and queer friends right up front, singing along. If I couldn’t picture them rocking out, then I would set the idea aside. With this album, I’m trying to manifest the heaviness, the intensity and the joy of our lived experiences.”
At times, the music reminds me of Juliana Hatfield’s—more Total System Failure than Beautiful Creatures, mind you—while the barbed lyrics, as conveyed by Stevens’ compelling vocals, relay frustration, rage and, a la Juliana, a sly, wry wit. The wicked pop bon mot “Pool Party,” released as a single a few months back, is a good example. It’s ostensibly about a girl gang (“we shave our head like Sinead”) that lays waste to men who deserve it.
“Headcrusher” is a rollicking song about pushing people away—but only those who deserve to be banished from one’s life. Stevens explains that it’s “about trying to blame yourself for someone else’s bad behaviour. But then it’s also about refusing to do that anymore and just sending them out to die at sea.”
Overall, the 10-track Liquid Compactor is loud, sweaty and thoroughly enjoyable, filled as it is with crunchy guitars, thick rhythms, and bitings lyrics. Fans of Motherhood should enjoy it, of course, as well as those who rock out to Amyl & the Sniffers, Laura Lee & the Jettes, Bully and the riot grrrl bands of yore.
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