EP Review Eat Fast - Immortal Kombat4 Stars
The riffs are dirty and distorted, melodies weighted down in a potent tonic of fuzz and reverberation.
“They’ve worked out why some people are more irritated by certain sounds than others,” a measured voice introduces between bursts of radio static. Eat Fast have never been ones to play things safe. Making music as abrasive as it is addictive, the outfit have tapped into a recipe that’s seen them become one of the most talked about bands in the country. But then, we already knew all that.
On second EP ‘Immortal Kombat’, the band stride forward through punk-pop perfection. The riffs are dirty and distorted, melodies weighted down in a potent tonic of fuzz and reverberation, and each track is as refreshing and delicious as the one before it. Lead single ‘Scrambled Egg’ showcases the group at their most immediate yet - crooning hooks drip with apathy, a vibrant contrast to the ferocious storm of refrains they float above. ‘Luck Pusher’ is rough and ready to tumble, lyrical imagery as vivid as the raw guitars that encase it. On ‘Alone At Last’ the outfit take a turn for the more stratospheric, gleaming synth lines zipping their way through a tapestry of sprawling sonics.
It’s an animated world EAT FAST create for themselves, and at only six tracks in length, this is only a taste of what they’re capable of. With two albums’ worth of music waiting in the wings, ‘Immortal Kombat’ is the rumble before the explosion, a bust of thrillingly turbulent energy weathering for what’s to come. Whether scorching or storming, it’s sure to be sensational.
EAT FAST get hypnotic in the video for ‘Immortal Kombat’
Their EP of the same name came out in May.
EAT FAST share new fuzz-filled track ‘Immortal Kombat’
It’s the title song from their upcoming EP on Cannibal Hymns.
The Big Moon and Dream Wife point to the future at Live at Leeds 2017
As part of the festival season curtain raiser, we hosted two stages of carnage at the Brudenell Social Club.
Eat Fast look ahead to playing Live At Leeds 2017
The Geordie band fill us in on their beautiful memories of the city; notably a run-in with “a few young radgies”.