Artist: Sleigh Bells
Waves of distorted power dig trenches into your earflaps, peeling back the skin and licking the insides. Buses hurl past stops, only stopping to drop off crazy bitches, dragging them behind like waterskiers with thin knee pads, balding heads, and bold bloody bruises. "Treats" is a pixelated pigtailed romp through broken glass and honey covered biscuits. Its a melted video game party with the bass maxed out, a misfit's wet dream, a truckdrivers ornamental animal skull tied to the grill. "Sleigh Bells" sound like more than glitchy cheerleaders, in fact they would probably tongue rape glitched out cheerleaders. "Treats" slows on occasion for a breath of sweet twisted heat, layered through paranoid forest-like jogging trails, made for women, but used by men. This record draws you in like a drug...for those of you on meth or speed, you can give that up with one listen, you won't need it anymore...also, you're probably wasting your life by the way. With the female vocalities, and the pop oriented pleasure trends, this one might appeal a little more to the ladies, but, this is not a gang of women as it might sound. It is a duo of she and he. And she's pretty hot. So, guys, you can enjoy that aspect of it if nothing else. So, put on your roller skates, grab the rope (tied tightly to the back bumper), some double bubble, perhaps a hat made out of a chipmonk, some kind of shirt with purposeful rips and put this record on...then come over and scrub the kitchen floor. It needs a good cleaning.