Dmonstrations 'Night Trrors Shock ' album

Night Trrors., Shock!, is the first full-length album by San Diego-based trio Dmonstrations. After the release of their self-titled debut EP (SAF Records, 2004), critics tagged the trio an “art-punk” outfit, and Dmonstrations were subsequently compared to the likes of Melt Banana, Ex Models, Minuteman, Deerhoof, and Arab On Radar. The band’s second year saw them develop their own, more unique formula, although the “art-punk” label seems destined to stay-put. Constructed from a tightly-wound bass-guitar-drums palette, their sound “demonstrates” both intense accuracy and, especially vocally, a panic-inducing degree of mayhem.

The album materialized and is, according to the band, a direct reflection of what they’d endured over the previous year. The LP is essentially the story of a would-be insomniac’s struggle with terrifying nightmares by fighting sleep at any expense. This character decides to document his own personal war on sleep-induced terrorism, and ultimately the disintegration of his own sanity. Dmonstrations performed at SXSW ‘06 and will tour the U.S. in support of the album, including dates with the legendary Ari Up and The Slits, as well as Indian Jewelry.

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Skyscraper Magazine
The heart of San Diego/Tokyo-based Dmonstrations is singer Tetsunori Tawaraya. The drums are sinewy and loose, the bass is heavy and powerful, but it's Tawaraya's zippy shrill, ape-like shriek that makes this band sound so different. And it's his space cadet guitar leads, which race from San Diego to Tokyo to Venus in one song-zanging, bleating, and flipping out like two alligators fighting over a rotten hog corpse. It's punk, but punk as informed by San Diego bands like The Locust, Gasoline Please, and The Plot to Blow Up the Eiffel Tower-modern stuff, hard and abrasive but hella smart.

Also, whilst jet-setting between the United States and Japan, Tawaraya's been making great, surrealsit comic books. They're a lot like Henry Darger's stuff-whish is a trendy reference right now, but who cares-and he brings his trippy, obscene, ugly ideas into Dmonstrations' music. Tawaraya's lyrics are a good read, with broken english talk of plastic men, halloween and haircuts, some more like haiku than lyrics. (My favorite: "Collect your eyes/Another face of monster/ All I get is costume.") Should be said, this is spectacular music but you're going to get a little seasick.

Kitty Magik Magazine
Dmonstrations is the best new punk band in San Diego right now. Fronted by wild-eyed, hyper-creative Tokyo-based/US commuting comic book artist Tetsunori Tawaraya, it is kind of the Le Shok school of punk but smarter than LS ever was. The drummer is a drum ? bass/breakbeat machine with poplocking snakes for arms, a guy way too good for punk rock, but thank god he? with us. Tetsunori shrieks, squeals, and gets all Melt Banana-y when his band jazzes effortless between funk outs and controlled spaz slides. If you see this band live and everybody should because they KILL ask Tetsunori if he has any of his comics in the tour van. They?e handmade, creepy in a Darger kind of way, and totally unique to his genius brain.

Skratch Magazine
Dmonstrations are a noise band from San Diego. Do I have to define “noise band”? Well, they’re guitar/bass/drums-driven, but the song structures aren’t really that defined. And the instruments certainly aren’t tuned traditionally. They’re a pretty rocking band, loud, fast, and strange. I don’t really know what else to say about them. This album is eight songs long and clocks in at a little over 13 minutes. It’s for those avant-garde punk rockers on the go!

Tiny Mix Tapes
This is the sound of too many years of social discomfort and sexual frustration catching up to you. West Coast no-wave revivalists Dmonstrations ("3/4 of their former outfit, dance-punk sensationalists Dosage and Usage", I'm told) blaze through 8 fractured bursts of herky-jerky fury in less than 15 minutes. The sound is akin to Arab On Radar and Ex Models being swallowed whole by Bootsy Collins. Though drummer Aaron Wade may have the inability to hold a solid groove for more than two bars and guitarist/vocalist Tetsunori Tawaraya may wield one hell of a fragmented axe, bassist Nick Barrett manages to anchor the wayward ship with a propulsive, omnipresent low-end grumble. A major qualm I have with this record -- well, at 13 minutes it's pretty much the only one I could put my finger on before the damn thing finished -- is what I call the "guessing game factor." Dmonstrations play a strain of music that's, to say the least, pretty well-worn territory. On their self-titled EP, the trio basically sound like a more naive, less urbane version of the aforementioned bands.
Without putting much of themselves into the music, listeners are often left guessing which band Dmonstrations is imitating at each turn. If there's any band Dmonstrations are out-right guilty of pilfering it's the late Brainiac. Dissonant chords supported by uncomfortable but still highly infectious rhythms -- yes it's all very challenging and intense. But the problem is Dmonstrations lack the freewheeling spontaneity and that keen sense that it could all self-destruct at any moment that characterized so many of Brainiac's records.

Tawaraya's voice also bears a striking resemblance to Timmy Taylor on a number of tracks (most noticeably on the opening "Silencer"), convulsing and contorting his larynx in what could be construed as either heartfelt tribute or ignorant thievery. There's an unhinged quality on a few songs that suggest Ex Models ("Texture") and maybe even a less accomplished Melt-Banana ("Flying Saucer"). There's no getting around the fact that Dmonstrations sound like a product of their influences. But even so, the trio give off a startling, kinetic energy that can't be denied. Regardless, it would be nice to see the group put a little bit of themselves into the mix. An auspicious debut from a trio who need to move out of the herky-jerky ghetto.

Fran Magazine
I love this shit! It sounds like a group of talented musicians that have come together just to make some wild-ass noise. The songs they make don't necessarily exhibit their prowess, but their euthusiasm comes through like a speeded teen. I think a lot of people in these spazzy bands are maybe closeted thespians because they love to do their shit with unselfconscious dorky gusto.
Ghettoblaster Magazine
Blending dance, punk, and metal into one peculiar little treat, Dmonstrations creates the sort of music you are either going to love or hate.

If you enjoy the chaos of The Blood Brothers, you could very well find yourself intensely excited this album, but if you are easily confused or frightened, you might want to keep away. The rythms are completely unpredictable and impossible to kepp up with, but it's probaly better that way, because the demented place these guys are leading you into might be a place worth avoiding. The guitars screech with the sort of ear-shredding quality that makes you simultaneously squeal out in pain and wonder in awe about how they pulled it off. The vocals take a comparable approach, eerily taunting you one minute with a spoken word sort of segment, and punching you in the face the following minute with the sort of scream that sounds as though it came from a tortured animal. It's a perplexing blend of sounds, and one that is certain to bring about an extreme reaction.

Exclaim!
The goal of this San Diego three-piece is to make their listeners feel uncomfortable by creating a frantic, paranoid cacophony, and these guys definitely achieve that. Formed by ex-members of the dance punk ensemble Dosage and Usage, the mandate of this new entity is to step forward to create something new instead of rehashing all their old songs.

Not even halfway through the first track you’ll be left wondering what in the hell’s going on as front-man Tetsunori Tawaraya contorts his words into a bizarrely slashed up sound that leaves each lyric imperceptible. This band definitely deserves credit for the effort they put in to avoid what every other band is doing by messing around with string placement and tuning. There isn’t a song on here that lasts more than two minutes, which is a good thing because if it went on any longer it would get intolerable. This album is unconventional to the point where you’ll debate with yourself on whether or not it’s any good, but it is fast, loud, and frenetic, so if that’s what you’re after then this is where to go.

Splendid Magazine
The San Diego sun must have gotten to Dmonstrations -- they're hallucinating, tripping over themselves, breaking each other's equipment, and they're drugged and/or drunk beyond comprehension. But with their grip on the last strands of consciousness, they were able to concoct a dizzying eight song EP -- a short but powerful 13 minutes of music. "Silencer" opens with acid-laced percussion, setting the scene with disjointed tones and stream-of-conscious yelps from Tetsunori Tawaray, who also creates comic books in his spare time. With "Texture", Dmonstrations achieves a Blood Brothers-style cranky vocal duality, which is the closest they come to an archetypal rock song structure. It's quite messy, at least until a tumultuous but rhythmic bass breakdown calms Tawaray, who sounds like he's in the midst of horrendous teething pains. "Dear Willy" is an orgy of seriously deranged layers, from lo-fi crunch guitar to Tawaray's belligerent sneers, all encompassed with Aaron Wade's speed-snorting drum technique -- a mix of Lightning Bolt and Deerhoof, unique but on the verge of pretentiousness.

The more rock-structured "Flying Saucer" follows, with Tawaray pleading that "he's been feeling okay", but his whines are as credible as a Weekly World News article about space aliens hugging John Kerry. That might just be the point, though; Dmonstrations may hit the same wavelength as smut-driven, alien-invading tabloids, but shit, those are still in business, right? The EP peaks on "Blue", which explores a non-linear narrative structure comparable to a David Lynch flick; it's a sonic explosion that borders on white noise. You can't be sure if you're hearing something from a psychotic episode or a religious epiphany; both descriptions work. Dmonstrations fearlessly cross the musical threshold, throwing caution, their audience's ears and the need for critical acclaim deep into the San Diego sun. The result is an EP that will require patience from its listneners -- but what the group accomplishes in 13 minutes is, at the very least, weighty stuff. The modest length doesn't mean inferior quality. Bukowski says it best: genius might be the ability to say a profound thing in a simple way.

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Dmonstrations - Night Trrors Shock