|  | Review:  |  | Wire are back, and perhaps better than ever 
                  before. For those who don't know, here's a quick summary. Wire 
                  started out as a punk band ("art-punk" they called it) in 1977 
                  in the UK. Yes, that means they were contemporaries/peers of 
                  The Sex Pistols and The Clash. No, Epitaph bands do not rip 
                  them off. They released 3 great albums, then faded away for 
                  a while. They re-formed in the 80's to release some post-punk/synthpop/"new 
                  wave" stuff, then burned out again in 1991. Then, around the 
                  Turn of the Millenium, they re-formed again. A sign of the coming 
                  apocalypse perhaps? The exact meaning of this portent is still 
                  undetermined.... This is the second in their Read & Burn series 
                  of fresh, quick-to-release, new material. It was created for 
                  their 2002 tour, and was to be sold only as shows. Of course, 
                  there are some leftovers for sale at their 
                  website, if you are interested. And by god you should be! This is some of the most intense, 
                  visceral, and completely, brutally honest music that i have 
                  ever heard. Six songs of sheer perfection, of what music should 
                  be in an ideal world where people tried to think with their 
                  brains and not their haircuts! This EP starts with Read and Burn, a flurry of seesawing 
                  guitars, electronic noise, and vocalist Colin Newman's furious 
                  bellowing. The song moves along at a furious pace seething with 
                  rage and excess energy. "Wire," it says, "are here, and they 
                  are not gonna fuck around. So get with the program or get out 
                  of the way." And then there is the majesty of Spent, which flows 
                  seemlessly from Read and Burn. This song is more mechanical 
                  in it's rhythm, and starts with a repeated guitar riff and Newman 
                  screaming, "Is this paranoid religious extreeeeemism!". It builds 
                  and builds and builds and then, suddenly, it explodes with loud 
                  rock drumming, and the song becomes a wall of sonic energy. 
                  Spent is LOUD and pure and beautiful. Emotion unshielded, 
                  a scream into the void at all that is stupid and annoying. I think it should be pointed out that it was during a performance 
                  of this song last fall at The Echo Lounge that i had something 
                  close to a religious experience. Listening to this song still 
                  makes me feel more alive than i normally do. It is such a powerful 
                  musical statement. All of the elements that a song should have 
                  a present: driving rhythm, thudding bass riffs, overdriven guitar, 
                  an undercurrent of raw anger, and more feedback than you can 
                  care to shake a stick at. Or shake yourself at. This is what 
                  i always though punk rock should be, instead of the stoner 
                  ramblings of Green Day, or the stylistically pure suburban white 
                  pop of Face To Face, or all that harcore nastiness. Anyway, Read and Burn 02 starts with 2 songs 
                  of pure punk energy. Then, when you are exhausted from just 
                  listening, Wire kick it down a notch and give you a great pop 
                  tune. Because, well, they can. It's called Trash/Treasure 
                  and is catchy and poppy. It features, buried in the mix, the 
                  keyboards that dominated their late 80's work, but here they 
                  are a mere accompaniment to the overall sound. Newman sings 
                  not screams, and he has a good voice and can carry a happy little 
                  melody. Nice Streets Above follows with a noise fest. It is 
                  catchy with a toe-tapping rhythm and happy little melody, but 
                  all that is buried under distortion and eerie vocals and crunchy 
                  rhythmic noises. It is my least favorite track on this EP, but 
                  is still quite good. The distortion and overdrive continues with Raft Ants, 
                  where Newman starts screaming again. This song really sounds 
                  like an old-school, class of 1977 UK punk classic: the vocals 
                  are a chant, the guitars are a whirr of sound, and the drumming 
                  is fast and repetitive. It's also, oddly enough, very danceable. 
                  If you are pogo-ing that is, and really, what other dance is 
                  there? Finally, this EP ends with 99.9, a song that starts 
                  with a few minutes of ambient computer noise. It is a low hum, 
                  like the sounds you hear on a spaceship that has been invaded 
                  by a predatory alien species and you are waiting to be eaten. 
                  Then, slowly, the band comes in. And the song explodes, and 
                  again it is perfect punk. I think, now that i listen to this EP, that Wire started that 
                  show i saw with 
                  99.9 and then went into Spent with no break. At 
                  least, this sounds like what i remember. And in all honesty, 
                  finding out what that was has become sort of important to me, 
                  given what that concert did to me.... Anyway, enough about that. Yes, i am now a Wire fan. And this 
                  is the second coming. Wait, make that third coming. It is a 
                  masterful EP, and i hope that Wire continue to record things 
                  this stunning. If you have any interest whatsoever in punk rock, hard rock, 
                  art rock, or emotionally raw music, then i cannot recommend 
                  this EP enough. In fact, this is absolutely essential listening. |  |