What happens when you clash the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Metallica, Peaches, and most likely whatever is under Deadmau5's rodent mask? Brooklyn electroclash fuck-wreck Sleigh Bells. Their debut album, Treats, is a gigantic piece of raw noise-pop screeches with massively addictive vocals that will never leave your mind once they have been inserted like a turkey baster into the bird on Thanksgiving Day.
Sleigh Bells is remarkably edgy with refreshing new bloops and beats that will turn the best of us deaf from listening to it. Only at their lowest sourcing of being a nuisance do Sleigh Bells become fatigued, which is not very often on their disk. Every song is a slice of teenie-bopper jolt rolled into a cluster nugget of fresh vibes, which they evade being pretentious or under educated in their casual dance nature.
Their impeccable talent of being able to make you move is highly admirable in a new way that most bands have frequently failed at creating. I look forward to seeing what else they have before them in their bright future.
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