Seattle, WA has been the source of a lot of angry, anti-establishmentarianist music over the years, so it's no surprise that The Building Press calls that city home. This music is strange – dissonant and unharmonious, and brimming with desperation and so much raw anger. You can hear the original intent of each song, you can appreciate the simple foot-tapping bass / drum groove and the melodic guitar pieces, and then … it all comes apart. Song after song, it usually starts when the guitar's melodies morph into distorted, evil things, and the vocals are now a troubled scream, now a petulant mumble.
In a weird way, the vocals are an art form. They are a voiced expression of the band's frustrations, a release of pent-up resentment and fury. Think of it as poetry if you like, a sort of stoner's answer to rap. But it isn't singing.
The instrumentation – just drums, bass and guitar – is extremely simple for the most part. Rather basic chord sequences are repeated and run with that groove for long passages then suddenly change and clash in a jarring dissonance that deliberately breaks every rule in music theory. It runs into weirdly complex time signatures in parts – or perhaps someone's internal metronome simply tripped out. It's hard to tell.
Young Money is a brave attempt at the stop-start erratic experimentation that is common to math rock. It is an uncomfortable cross-hatching of post-punk / post-grunge, progressive nu-metal, stoner rock and some seriously bad attitude.
All that anger – what on earth got these guys so pissed off! Go to their website and try before you buy. Many people will love this – most will not.
1 It's Probably Just You (05:21)
2 Operator Manipulator (05:33)
3 If You Think I Can't Get To You, You're Wrong (05:55)
4 Far Above The Trees (04:32)
5 Textures (06:13)
6 Disappointment (04:04)
7 Bragging Rights (06:40)