1. Fuck Your Deja Vu
2. Baby, You Are My Ammunition Dump
3. I Have the Jigsaw Man’s Hands

I sometimes wonder what people think of me when I’m at the gym, on the cross-trainer listening to experimental hardcore on my mp3 player while head-banging in multiple time signatures. It generally makes for a more interesting time than listening to godawful Ladyboy GaGa and Black Eyed Piss they pump over the sound system.

Anyhow, I can see Battle for Paris hitting my workout playlist soon, as they mix that kind of style with something softer and more tuneful. It’s a shame though that the songs seem to be in a painting-by-riffs structure, with a lack of consistency in each one, making it difficult to work out what binds each track together. Perhaps if I had the lyrics in front of me it might make more sense, as the titles are somewhat abstract, although in places the vocals seem something of an afterthought. The more melodic sections are refreshing though, and serve as a comfy distraction between the more complex shouty bits.

Having said that, it’s quite a lot of fun and easy to listen to without going to over the top on the hardcore front, certainly not as much so as Daughters or The Locust. It’s easy to get immersed in the technicality and enjoy the grinding spazzcore rhythms, overlaid with distorted screams and funky single note lines that duet tightly between the guitar and bass.

Now if I could convince my local gym to put this over the sound system…

http://www.myspace.com/battleforparisuk