Deep in the bowels of Europe, well past the architecture and schnitzel hauses, past the sweating line-ups roped away from already packed clubs, past the throbbing mass on the dance floor itself, deep in the hot flashes of stages across Europe and Canada, slamming her beats, strapped into her bass, playing every note like her last, this is where you will find Randy Twigg.
Her new album "Undone" is a feverish blend of influences extending back to her rock and punk roots in Canada as the driving force behind Toronto's infamous Fuck Puppets (BugEyed Records), followed by a relocation to Berlin where she has played and collaborated with the likes of Mt. Sims (Hungry Eye, Gigolo Records), Kid Congo Powers (The Gun Club, The Cramps), Toby Dammit (Iggy Pop, Jessie Evans), Stereo Total, T. Raumschmiere, and where our girl has been fanning her fire with guitars, beats, electronics, and the asses of the masses.
"Undone" is a bold, catchy, lyric driven collision of pop consciousness and dance floor balls served hot with plenty of molton rock and analogue bubbles to keep things niiiiice and slippery. And it's loud as fuck.
Slapping us with monster beat and synth combos while her signature distorted bass guitar sound ties us up and cuts the phone lines. Randy lays it out and you take it, big fella. She sticks that round sound right where we want it over acoustic drums (performed by Berlin born and thoroughbred, André Lange) and screaming bass. "Looking for love in a crime scene photograph" cannot be for the fragile, can it?
Randy seduces us effortlessly with the smash club hit "Centerfold", crammed with fat bass and dry beats sprayed with synth recalls of all those crashy house plates from Chicago.
Randy stays crunchy in milk! (Message from Randy: Love yourself. Use a condom.). Power driver tracks like "3 Parrots" and "Suitcase" mash rock 'n' roll with electro using big ass bass, drums and analogue synths to stab out the alarm.
All tracks share the same propulsive, Punk sensibility with Randy waxing overtop revealing that busy brain of hers as it makes it's way 'round and through this complex and less than fresh world. She lights you a candle, maybe makes you coffee if you're polite and not some scenester asshole looking for a girlfriend, tells you about courage and then kicks your ass with war drum beasts, catchy choruses, and bold lyrics telling big, bad stories. Randy makes a case for rocking out even when you feel like murdering everyone in a world gone beige with boredom. Randy knows, bro.
To be brief, Randy Twigg's "Undone" is a noisy mother of a gun with ten freshly craze-tipped bullets aimed right at your pendulous ass. Get it and when you're done doing that... see Randy live.