what’s that stink?

Abe Vigoda are from that collection of acts located roughly around the creative centre-point that is the Smell in LA. Abe Vigoda is also an actor, who was announced dead by accident, by the ever-reliable People magazine in 1982, and has large eyebrows. The former’s album is called Skeleton, a squalid exultation of amplified metallic strings and tightly drawn skins. 

Abe Vigoda create the same grade of blurry, jangly white-noise, jumbled and manic post-something that fellow Smellers No Age make, scattered with some of the confused glitter of Californian art-pop outfits.

Abe Vigoda – Dead City/Waste Wilderness

Their static-scoured colourwall is intensified by raucous production, the cropping of nothing; billowing clouds of guitars simultaneously erupting with a melange of clattering, crashing percussion.

Abe Vigoda – Animal Ghosts

In an age of digital robbery, it’s worth actually getting – a solid, listenable album – from one of the wonderful retailers listed on the right. Or directly from them, at their record label. They appear to have taken up with Bella Union over here, but still no sign of sales on their website.