Queer'd Science are another excoriating splinter off the Klaus Kinski trunk. For the uninitiated, Klaus Kinski are Wales' most under appreciated, underground band.
Their 2010 debut album, Skellington Horse, trawled the deepest and heaviest waters for fascinatingly odd, dark and disturbing currents of sound. It had more in common with Trout Mask Replica and The Birthday Party than Friendly Fires (weren't they flavour of the month in 2010? I can't remember, frankly), and - as such - never found itself playlisted on 6 Music - or anywhere else, for that matter.
In the two years and two months since Skellington Horse cantered into a world too conservative to succumb to its festering charms, Klaus Kinski have been - it'd appear from the outside, at least - defunct.
Individual members have forged new intriguing alliances (Sex Hands), or released solo albums whose undoubted genius will only come out in the wash of a far-ahead future day (Irma Vep).
Queer'd Science fall into the former category. They're a denuded B-52s - with the trippy day-glo, unisex machinations cooked down to something single-headed, full-throated and dirty. It still sounds like party music to me, though.
Their song Vaginal Wrath is a red giant of engorged, feverish rarrrrgh! - borne along by a malfunctioning keyboard that could be Devo's, could be Throbbing Gristle's. It'll annoy the hell out of people who like Alt-J, which makes it a more than welcome addition to our world.
Lock and load, here: queerdscience.bandcamp.com
