Well, at least they’re up front with you. The main reaction that I had while listening to this record was in fact “holy fuck.” Other reactions included “what the hell is going on?,” “what am I hearing?,” “mommy, make it stop,” and “wait, this is actually kind of good.”
It’s hard for me to judge bands like Holy Fuck. They’re a group that does their own thing, and doesn’t conform to any of the standards of typical music, which can be both a good and bad thing. Holy Fuck doesn’t let a preconceived idea of what is or isn’t “music” take control. So on one side, this stuff should score some major points with me because it’s so original, but that’s no reason to love a band. Sure, originality is great, but sometimes no one has done it before for a reason. Believe it or not, it’s harder than it should be to tell the difference between the natural evolution of music, and just plain stupidity.
So I’ve only got one thing to go off of with Holy Fuck: do I like the way it sounds? After giving the cleverly named LP one listen, I think the answer is yes.
Holy Fuck’s goal is simple: make electronic music without today’s equipment. I interpret that as meaning one thing: “no laptops.” The band employs everything from ancient keyboards to toy phaser guns in making their strange, danceable sounds. When it comes down to it, even though I’ve never really heard anything quite like it before, LP is kind of awesome.
Swole Ear 
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