White Reaper EP | review
Here’s a very cool EP, ohh yeah, a funn sixteen minute blow-out that you should ask your girl to enjoy with you, I bet she wants to, trust me, it’s not half bad and I’m no conspirator.
I’m going to try write this review at the pace of and in the same duration of time as the EP. It might be a stupid thing to do, but the EP, after several listens, has made me want to do stupid things and jump on stuff.
White Reaper are a collection of three young lads from Louisville, Kentucky (in the United States, where Barrack Obama is from). They strike me as confident; seemingly they played a few local gigs, fucked shit up, and now they’re throwing a great EP at us. It’s like me changing a light-bulb on my own for the first time when I was eleven, and swagger-infused, duly telling my father that I’d now be assuming the role of man of the house. Then I proceed to retile the roof.
White Reaper have figured something out. They know when to stop. They’d be singing and banging away, and then they stop. Abrupt and leaving their audience gagging for more. They’re basically playing hard to get with us, the feckers, but it works. I want them now more than ever. Look at these numbers: 2:41, 1:42, 1:21… they look like great odds, and in a way they are. But more importantly they’re minutes and seconds, of songs, that end, after that amount of time. Too short, you say? No. It’s goddamn perfect. They’ve figured it out and you haven’t and you’re jealous.
I’m doing an awful job of writing while I keep up with the EP, it moves too fast and excites me too much. Half Bad is playing now and I don’t know how to react because I kind of want to marry it. But, obviously, I can’t marry a song…. That is obvious isn’t it? I don’t know anymore. And then just like that She Wants To roars into my eardrums. Drums indeed and the verb ‘roar’ was literal. The song is over now and White Reaper are furiously conspiring with the second longest song on the EP. I didn’t really know what to say about the song and now it’s nearly over. It’s really good, how’s that?
White Reaper are a rhythmic, tuneful, psychedelic, power-punk threesome and this EP (White Reaper EP) is about as entertaining and Funn, excuse the punn, as an actual threesome in your preferred arrangement. Well, nearly, and that’s saying a lot.
Oh yeah, I’m currently covered in crumbs, as is my floor, table and chair because I couldn’t help myself banging a packet of biscuits off the desk while listening to Ohh (Yeah).
I’ll leave the last question to White Reaper, which in their own unabashed confidence they will answer themselves: “We should settle down, we should settle down. Should we settle down? No, no no no. No. No!”
The White Reaper EP is out now on Polyvinyl Records.
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