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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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