Human Eye

Human Eye

4: Into Unknown

Goner

People of Earth, take heed: The year is 2013 AD, and Timmy Vulgar has graced our squabbling kind by returning to terra-dwelling humanoids the intergalactic, transcendental cyber-organism that is the twitching Human Eye for a fourth revelation. Prepare, peopleoids, as the Human Eye casts its gaze Into Unknown. Over the course of 4: Into Unknown, the listener rides along rising and falling cascades of fuzz. Mindless twist-and-jive anthems entice, but ultimately abandon false friends in psychedelic realms while remote melodies tickle and torment the cerebellum. In many ways, 4 presents longtime fans with a reverent re-education in Human Eye’s style, as it pulls influences from way back—the epochal decades of the 1960s and ’70s, when groovin’ was the law and the mind a nebulous thing. Full of Sabbath-esque sludge-bass, trash-incinerating guitars and blown-out organs, these songs convince any would-be afficionado that the throbbing heart of rock ’n’ roll, Detroit City, while currently on life support, can still produce.  Mystics, ancient astronauts, and other Human Eye zealots can look forward to witnessing the four-piece live, as appearances are predicted in hometowns across the United States in the latter half of 2013. So, set your radios to interstellar frequency, pick up the album and do not miss an opportunity to experience Human Eye electro-shock firsthand—as long as you prepare to be sent reeling beyond our universe, beyond what we can only claim to know.

Human Eye

Human Eye

In The Red

***From the ashes of punk stalwarts The Clone Defects-- who broke up in October '04-- rises a new and incredible band fronted by Defects' Tim Vulgar. Human Eye has rotated more heads than an exorcism televised during half-time at the Super Bowl. Vulgar calls what Human Eye does alien punk, though it is primitive enough to recall the basic blues boogie of The Gories or The Bassholes colliding with Throbbing Gristle or Chrome. You know, earthy but art-damaged.  The quartet recorded the twelve tunes for their debut with Ryan Sabatis of the Piranhas in his basement studio over the course of several months (though it could have been done quicker had the drummer not been jailed for burgling audio-visual equipment from a school). Only in Detroit does one find musicians of this caliber. Figures it was the drummer.