Do you enjoy the swarming, coddling wave of claustrophobia? It's the feeling that best describes listening to the new HTRK album 'Work (Work Work)'. It's mix of codeine-slow beats, dark abstract vocals and rolling synth arpeggios leads you round in circles, it's an album made up of increasingly unsettling moments of deja vu in an unescapable maze.
After Tragedy struck the band last year when founding member Scott Stewart committed suicide, leaving the two remaining members to carry on, so you can understand the correlative increase in darkness. HTRK's debut album, 2009's 'Marry Me Tonight' was hardly easy listening, but it firmly placed itself within a framework of industrial doomed-shoegaze, where the misery of music can have, say, a therapeutic quality, and with it's stylisation, dealt with.
But with Work (Work Work) there appears to be little psychoanalytical working out of problems, more an unrelating motion in no direction what so ever, there is little propulsive will to reach any kind of emotional denouement or understanding. None of this is criticism however, life rarely reaches the sort of penultimate chapter tying-up-of-loose-ends you get in art, and HTRK's new record is all the better for not pandering to it.