Fight Like Apes – The Body Of Christ And The Legs Of Tina Turner
April 12, 2011 by Nadia
NAME: Fight Like Apes
ALBUM: The Body Of Christ And The Legs Of Tina Turner
LABEL: Citizen Records
FIVE WORD REVIEW: Sonic Equivalent Of Sticky Leggings
LOCATION: Dublin, Ireland
LINE UP: Mary-Kate Geraghty (vocals and synth), Jamie Fox (keyboard and vocals) and Tom Ryan (bass)
WHAT’S THE STORY?: With it’s lairy neon cover and bafflingly long title you can almost smell that ‘The Body of Christ and the Legs of Tina Turner’ is a jangling, filthy mess of animated pop guitars and frothy synth. Already a roaring success in their native Ireland, Fight Like Apes have brought their aggressively enjoyable second album to these shores alongside a tour set for May.
SOUNDS LIKE: Remember those sparkly American Apparel leggings everyone was wearing about four years ago when electro was experiencing it’s final death throes and we danced knowingly and ‘ironically’ around to Help She Can’t Swim and Le Tigre? When the Klaxons were hailed as geniuses and Nu-Rave popped up in varying levels of excess before dribbling sadly off the radar? This album is the sonic equivalent of a pair of those leggings, tarnished with the excesses of a hedonistic night and covered in a variety of suspect substances. They stick to your legs and smell atrocious, as you attempt to wriggle out of them the movement causes your hips to ache and your stomach to lurch. While you look like a shell of your former self and crave eggs and coffee, the leggings have retained a good deal of their lustre, but with a mucky taint that glints hopefully in the blinding morning light.
Fight Like Apes have created a screaming, spiky, disgusting disco. Visceral lyrics wrap around bubblegum pop keyboards and jubilant singalongs (‘Pull Off Your Arms and Play In Your Blood,’ anyone?) The collective imagination is delightfully fertile and, yes, pretty dark. The juxtaposition of cheery cartoon bleeps with the scuzziest of feedback and overtly rancid unashamed lyrics sounds like it’d be pretty grating on paper but is like nothing you’ve ever heard before. Vocalist Mary-Kate Geraghty’s voice is infinitely adaptable, sounding one second like a children’s TV presenter, the next like a screeching Juliette Lewis. All manner of noise gets thrown around in a exultant tumult of the sweetest sugar and the stinkiest, most foetid 3am kebab meat.
In short, this is brilliant. It has to be heard to be believed and will put a huge sticky grin on your face. Fight Like Apes’ live performances are notoriously raucous, and this album captures the barely-contained scattergun energy of these shows. Not the most respectable of albums in your collection, but probably one of the most fun.
YOU’LL LIKE THIS IF: A grizzly bastardisation of the Test Icicles and an explosion in a glitter glue factory sounds like your idea of musical heaven
Submitted By Nadia