Feeble Little Horse is naturally delighted to present their third full-length LP, “Bitknot“
The album was written, arranged, produced, and recorded by Sebastian Kinsler, Lydia Slocum, and Jake Kelley across their respective homes in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. A spirited investigation into the unnatural space created between human nature and a culture of convenience, a synthesis of dirt and digital, “bitknot” by feeble little horse creates a language wherein one can re-imbue a sanctity of interdependence away from consumptive “self-sufficiency” and materialism.
Slocum’s meandering introspection playfully harmonizes against Kinsler’s hooks, walls of noise, a supercharged car battery’s worth of synths and samples dropped in the ocean of their guitar-driven songwriting framework. Meanwhile, some of Kelley’s most laser-focused drums to date create a sonic chimera that is as likely to be found nascently developing in the early aughts as some unknown, chromatic future.
Unlike songs like ‘Dancing in the Club’ and ‘Cataract Time’, ‘This Is Real’ makes a dissociative trip sound like a blast – in the literal sense, at least. “Put the heater to the–” Lydia Slocum sings before the – nu metal? death metal? neither tag quite conveys the disruptive wall of distortion – guitars complete the sentence for her: max. The Pittsburgh four-piece’s first new music in two years showcases a band not so much harnessing the contrast between hypnotic contradiction and dynamic intensity as erasing the difference. They’re the kind to drill the point home, but not without a twist or two; they’ll let out an indecipherable scream, but not without a real confession. “I got my anger off my chest but/ We’ll never be the same again,” Slocum ultimately sings, hushed and human. It’s a good thing, you venture.
The Fat Angel Sings 