
A driving beat, a heavily distorted organ and guitar riff rolls down and a deep voice
growls "motherfucker"... it can only be the return of Flying Nun's hefty groove
gurus, Snapper.And what a return it is -- A.D.M. is fifty minutes of the finest
Snapper sounds packed into ten mean and fat songs that flow like a nightmare soundtrack.
The Snapper sound is an organic noise that bypasses industrial machine styles to arrive in
a place where fear is not generated by the "New World Order" but your
neighbours: "Tomcat", "Small Town Secret", and "Stalker".
Each song is constructed from basic elements: shuddering beats, an organ sound that is
like pure crackling electricity and metal sheets of guitar. Peter Gutteridge's voice works
the pure rock'n'roll black magic of Iggy Stooge and Suicide's Alan Vega -- alternately
crooning or growling at the front of the mix or a sinister whisper somewhere deep inside
the song.
A.D.M.'s melodies are contrived from huge layers of harmonics -- Gutteridge playing
every instrument on the record bar the swing of Snapper's trademark drumbeats which are
provided by Michael Dooley.
Backing vocals offered up by Demarnia Lloyd (Mink and Cloudboy),
longtime Snapper collaborator Christine Voice, and King
Loser's Celia Pavlova, don't exactly make them Nick Cave murder
ballad victims. The roles of Celia's 'bad girl' in "Lock and
Load" and Demarnia on the title track work as eerie collaborations
in Gutteridge's cloying world of lyrical menace, oozing with dark
imagery of weaponry, animals and sex.
Snapper's music has been criminally under-represented on record -- since their first
self-titled EP release in 1989, they have released the album Shotgun Blossom (1992) and a
seven inch single Gentle Hour (1993). The hypnotic attack of every Snapper release has
been greeted with acclaim, receiving rave reviews in the UK, US and NZ press and gaining a
loyal following (including the likes of Stereolab and the Jesus and Mary Chain) who have
been asking Flying Nun where the next Snapper record is for the past two years.
No more asking then. Here it is. A.D.M.: roaring like a motorbike
ride through David Lynch's netherworld, scary music for tonight.
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