Wolf Eyes

Wolf Eyes wants to use its art to leave the deep mental scarring of a car crash. At its best, the band creates a sadistically yummy toolbox of secretly courteous noisecore analogous to the sonic warmth felt from shutting one's eyes at a NASCAR race, and just dirty and fringe...

By Hunter Stephenson

September 30, 2004

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Wolf Eyes wants to use its art to leave the deep mental scarring of a car crash. At its best, the band creates a sadistically yummy toolbox of secretly courteous noisecore analogous to the sonic warmth felt from shutting one's eyes at a NASCAR race, and just dirty and fringe enough to leave circles of rust staining a hip boutique's white shelf. On Burned Mind, songs such as "Stabbed in the Face" find Wolf Eyes reveling in retro pentagrams and backwards-vinyl séance. But the title track is a Texas Chainsaw Massacre stereotype, and "Black Vomit" has all the tension of pulling all-nighters coding for ID Software, leaving the listener to listen in the dark for an experience of masochism from an act that is often too preoccupied with making scary faces.

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