Starting with the utter (and utterly joyful) scuzz of the title track, which by default must be the band's statement of purpose, Blues Control on their formal debut release via Holy Mountain kick up some righteously battered sound qua sound. There is blues in the band, but none of a specifically formal sort -- at its highest volume and most violent, and maybe especially with the brief soloing on Double Chin, this is the ghost of whatever was kicking around in everyone's heads in the late '60s when metal wasn't codified as such and there was no such thing as a fuzz pedal too overdriven. At the same time, this isn't revivalism, either, and although this is a duo there's no comparison to be gained by invoking the White Stripes' continuing formalist art project. The music throughout sounds collapsed, distorted, and lo-fi not as an excuse but as a conscious way to craft, and as a result Blues Control's work suggests a broad range of references, from Flying Saucer Attack's elegantly angry waves of guitar bliss to no wave extremism to the dirtiest kind of garage rock and back again. Everything from soft piano metronomics and exquisite feedback float (the latter especially on Migration, shaded by keyboards to boot) to whatever guitar is currently being abused in the name of eardrum rupture goes through the one-room-over-and-lots-of-echo treatment, and the resultant murk is often graceful and warmly enveloping, form following function. Hummum might actually be the best track in its very low-key way, wheezing tones and a scrabbling, bubbly guitar line conjuring up an atmosphere between film noir and a European winter. Coolest touch: the clock chime melodies that crop up in the evil grind-down of Frankie's Problem. ~ Ned Raggett, Rovi

1		Blues Control
2		Boiled Peanuts
3		Migration
4		Double Chin
5		The Blue Sheep
6		Frankie's Problem
7		Hummum
8		No Sweat