Songs For Our Mothers is a disturbingly brilliant album. On the one hand, it’s an invitation to “dance to the beat of human hatred.” On the other, as we found out when we spoke to frontman Lias Saudi, it’s the collected work of a bunch of history fanatics. Thematically, the album is centered on a haunting narrative that revolves around Ike and Tina Turner, Harold Shipman, crumbling friendships, and the final hours of the Third Reich. Sonically though, it’s all presented like a hyper-sexual yet lo-fi disco—the kind you might find on the battered outskirts of Berlin. Ultimately, Songs For Our Mothers is like a decomposing onion, with layer upon layer of ideas, that somehow reinterprets and builds on their debut release, Champagne Holocaust, in the way all good art should. It’s a perfectly ominous album, a grand piece of deliriously unpleasant art to arrive in a desolate and dark year.
The Fat Angel Sings 