HONEY
Featuring former members of Pyschic Ills and Amen Dunes, Honey are mainstays of Brooklyn’s thriving music culture. Over the past 5 years they have shared the stage with the likes of Dead Moon, J. Mascis, Sheer Mag, The Men, Destruction Unit, and more and have become a household name for everyone fiending for the raw authenticity that, thankfully, can still be found in NYC at the intersection of punk and rock and roll.
2015’s Love Is Hard, in the words of Byron Coley, was “a great, hard-edged slice of rock noise” that found the trio “punching a lot straighter and harder than they did with previous units” and caught the ears of Pitchfork, Noisey, and Impose, among others. This Fall’s New Moody Judy builds upon Honey’s previous work with more dynamic compositions that groove and swing without sacrificing any of the grit that makes this band what it is.
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About New Moody Judy
Out September 29th on Wharf Cat, HONEY'S sophomore long player New Moody Judy “builds on their debut's hard edged slice of rock noise” — (Byron Coley) to create an album full of the pummel and swing, rave-ups and comedowns, and ferocious riffs and rhythms previously known only to those who have witnessed the power-trio's live set. Equal parts concision and brute heaviness, this is the sound of perfect rock and roll music - music that's always on the edge of spinning out of control.
From the first single, “the pugnacious “Dream Come Now” a barnstormer every bit as fiery as the album artwork”(Noisey), to the tight jam giving way to a thrilling cascade of riffs that fuel the rush of “Hungry,” HONEY give everything to the music on this release to deliver their most sonically diverse effort to date. As thematically cerebral as it is musically visceral, New Moody Judy is one of the rare albums that offers as much brain fodder for the lit majors as it does instant gratification for the guitar-heads.
About HONEY
Featuring former members of Pyschic Ills and Amen Dunes, Honey are mainstays of Brooklyn�Äö√Ñ√¥s thriving music culture. Over the past 5 years they have shared the stage with the likes of Dead Moon, J. Mascis, Sheer Mag, The Men, Destruction Unit, and more and have become a household name for everyone fiending for the raw authenticity that, thankfully, can still be found in NYC at the intersection of punk and rock and roll.
the best pummeling backbeats the Stooges never wrote
The trio’s pedal-to-the-metal pursuit of early ‘70s Detroit style punk/rock n’ roll remains unabated, as can be heard on ripper “Dream Come Now.”
echo-drenched vocal tics and subliminal synth oscillations
Words By Byron Coley -
Although this Brooklyn trio is probably too goddamn youthful to care what the hell I'm talking about, there's a consistent vibe to their debut album that puts me in mind of great Cleveland bands of the last century -- from The Mirrors to Friction to Death of Samantha and onward. Something about the way Dan Wise's guitar mixes with both his singing, and that of Cory Feierman's, reminds me of naught but a Lake Erie fish fry. And the rhythm section, with Cory on bass and Will Schmiechen on drums, bears down on these twinned howls in a way that makes it possible to catch whiffs of the Dead Boys at their sharpest.
Perhaps this geographical anomaly results from the fact that Honey's line-up contains two veterans of the Wisconsin Dells water park scene and a native New Yorker, creating a mutant hybrid Ohioan in the process. But that is just theory.
The reality is that these guys are punching a lot straighter and harder than they did with previous units they've been in, and the results are a loud and royal blast. You still get a soupçon of sophisto texture deep in the interior of some of the tunes' architecture, but the main trajectory of the material has a brutalist immediacy. There are even parts where Coryʼs voice conjures up a bellow recalling the long- gone Wolf King of Lodi. But all the tunes hit your head like a fox terrier shot from a bazooka.
This is a great, hard-edged slice of rock noise that blazes with a light far more forthright than I'd dared expect. How very fucking cool is that? --Byron Coley