Tribal Fighters: Brave Men Can’t Party EP
I’m very much aware that I write a load of over-wordy pretentious bollox on this blog. This is mostly out of necessity; you try coming up with new ways of describing and encouraging people to buy music (that’s mostly instrumental) over a five and a half year period and see if you don’t become a verbose idiot. Yet it’s great when something comes along that is designed for fun and, more importantly, there is nothing in your intellectualised lexicon to describe exactly why you really, really like it. This is the case, natch, with Tribal Fighter’s debut EP Brave Men Can’t Party.
Please don’t misunderstand: this lack of cerebral recognition and judgement doesn’t mean that Tribal Fighters are somehow dumb base music. In fact this couldn’t be more off mark – their post-(post-?)rock afro-math instrumentals are complicated in all elements (drums, bass, guitar, timings, etc). It’s just they make you grin like you’re eating the best jelly and ice cream ever.
So whereas Fang Island might make party music to perform a ‘yo!’, high-five and bro-style chest bump to, Tribal Fighters do so with an appropriately wry smirk. Theirs is a party where everyone actually does like you, the kitchen banter is acerbic, and on arrival, the hosts offer you a can of fine ale and a party popper for later (or, more precisely, to be exploded during the joyous roar that erupts around two minutes into opener ‘Babes Vs. Hunks’). Even the slightly less festive ‘Equations’ tracks the party atmosphere speaking as it does to the 4am sofa-slump of the middle-distance gazing hardcore.
Remixes are offered expertly and brilliantly by Vei (gated electronics), Borland (post-kosmische drifting) and The Narrows (electro-shock-rock). Let’s hope that Andrew WK’s next tweet reads: ‘PARTY TIP: buy the Tribal Fighters EP.
Babes Vs. Hunks: