The latest release from D.U.D.S. is a deepening of the sinister sonic territory they have been exploring, in various forms, since they formed. Bass lines and percussion lope through the undergrowth while jagged guitars pierce the ears. Then there’s the brass section, which works less as a means of driving home a song’s point, than as a warning that whatever comes next is unlikely to be anything you expect. Lyrics are still somewhat hard to make out, emerging from the rhythmic chaos at intervals, as though you were listening to the recording of an Old Testament prophet, preaching from the ruins of the twenty first century. I don’t know what kind of band D.U.D.S. are supposed to be. There are labels you could apply to them, terms like ‘wave’ and ‘punk’ with various prefixes designed to qualify the fact that they don’t really sound like anyone else. Immediate makes that fact all the more obvious and all the more compelling.

Humour & Friction
Not At All
Four (Paxton)
Semantic Exhaustion
Same Device
A Different Stage (Part II)
Nu Nu Nu
Delayed Doesn’t Mean Deleted

Releases october 19 in a print run of 1048 on mon cul, opal tapes and red wig.

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On tour in november/december 2018

D.U.D.S. Immediate LP, reviewed in OX 141 (Dezember 2018/Januar 2019): Red Wig • • 23:07 • Atonal anmutende Klänge, zwischen Funk, No Wave, BUSH TETRAS, PERE UBU und GANG OF FOUR. Knapp und präzise zeigen D.U.D.S. aus Manchester in zwölf kurzen Songs auf ihrem zweiten Album „Immediate“, wie No Wave heute klingen kann. Einfach und prägnant. Perfekt umgesetzt. Kay Werner 8/10

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