The one-sheet type write-ups for Azita's recent own-name outing
seemed to imply with "former leader of Scissor Girls and Bride
of No No" phraseology that Bride of No No was dead and buried,
and that AZ's bizarre pseudo-'70s-radio-ish piano ballads were
wailing on the grave of her most recent rock-'n'-roll band. A new
disc from said combo throws much doubt on such semantic assumptions,
especially when said disc is filled with as much life as anything
Azita has offered in her checkered/stickered/acclaimed "career" thus
far. Coming three years after the Bride of No No debut the
mighty-uptighty/highly-wound B.O.N.N. Apétit!
this second, self-titled album for the Chicago-based combo has been
highly influenced by what Azita has been doing outside the band.
Where the first record ran with the sharpened no-wave screech of the
Scissor Girls and gave such spastic rhythming a sense of muscular
structure, there is little in the way of such wrung-out repetition on
show here. As could be expected, this gear feels like it clocks in
closer to the singer/songwriter shtick of Azita's recent
Enantiodromia disc. She, indeed, favors her newly-discovered
grown-up wail over the ear-shredding screams of her Scissor Girl
youth, and, then, in ways close to her new solo ways, the erstwhile
no-wave maiden goes as far as sitting down at the piano in some key
minor-key moments. The band, too, has shifted to follow suit. Where
so much of that debut disc was banged out in super-tight fashion,
here, Bride of No No are happy to let things get a little bit ragged;
"Proven Formula" strays far from formula as it lurches along in a
languorous mid-tempo stride, stumbling to go with Azita's capricious
assault out front. The result is like a vestige of past-toned
drug-rock utopia as some out-of-it broad wails away over the
scruffiest of rock-band rock. In such, it's obvious that AZ's
staunchly strident no-wave past has mellowed into a more amiable
rock-'n'-roll now. That initial impression makes this second BONN
record seem, on first spins, to be a lesser Azita effort; but, just
like Enantiodromia, there's an uneasy quality about it that
begs further investigation. And subsequent spins reveal whole worlds
of incongruous wonder in wait for your surrender.
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