DOUBLE LEOPARDS; A hole is true
Recorded, appropriately enough, at the Tar Pit in Brooklyn, A Hole Is True is likely to be the group’s easiest-to-find release to date, and is perhaps the most succinct distillation of their shadowy, merciless arts. The title seems a slight misdirection, as there’s no sign of holes anywhere on the album’s three impossibly dense squalls. Whatever its substance, the opening “Inmost Light” enters with a dizzying electric whirr that repeatedly threatens to congeal into a riff, before getting blown to pieces by a cyclone of unmoored spectral wails. “Chemical Wedding” is even simpler, just a razor-thin current of pulsing overtones, while the 21-minute “White Cadillacs” uses voices nearly recognizable as human to deliver shifty messages directly to the reptilian core of your brainstem.