EXCEPTER - throne CD, Load




“Like a group-groped Helen Keller all too smacked out to protest, the New York City based Excepter weaves a dangerous course through the orange cones of cortex- caressing sound. Drawing from boom-box emitters as disparate as Chrome, Comus and that weird-ass Indian techno music you heard eating that samosa. Frequently lumped in with bands in their zip code like Gang Gang Dance, Sightings, and Animal Collective and the No Neck Blues Band, they are actually much more of a confrontational question mark. Lots of floor crawling stage exclamations make the band more slippery than a greased watermelon. With a lineup jamming out unclear instrumentation but perhaps including detritus of Casios, battery needin’ samplers, six string part catalogs and occasional percussion, they manage to craft a deeply and creepily eerie sound that includes sounds from all over the radio dial. One could easily relax to this record and have one’s heart forget to stop beating.”