This is a review of "Give Me A Wall" recorded by ¡Forward, Russia!. The review was written by Lauren Strain in 2006.
Choose life. Choose chaos. Choose beauty. Choose frantic guitars crashing into mountains of shouts. Choose mind-splitting blasts of intergalactic synth. Choose a bass to tear your intestines out. Choose a confusion of brutal drums and her girlish vocals. Choose exclamation marks. Choose throwing your friends into the sweat-drenched black voids by the ceiling. Choose snapping your limbs against buckling barriers. Choose feral, ferocious splutters of soaring melody. Choose chucking your guts up with fear and euphoria. Choose strobe lighting. Choose electricity. Choose black lashings of wire wrapped round your throat like a boa constrictor. Choose arteries screaming with the speed of hot blood. Choose to short-circuit your spine and hook it up to a pylon. Choose insane laughter, rolling eyes, sopping bodies, complete affirmation. Choose another world of sound. Choose life. Choose ¡Forward, Russia!.
Choose a number. Choose ‘Fifteen Part I’, like someone just pressed the red button marked ‘APOCALYPSE’ and great massive chunks of burning planet and shrapnel came shooting towards your eyes. Choose ‘Nineteen’, like pulsing blips sang out into black skies. Choose ‘Sixteen’, like a sliding descent past gorgeous harmonies and sprawling views at sundown into a vicious, thrashing hell.
Choose a cauldron of futures, histories, terror, awe, Incredibly Fucking Loud shafts of inexplicable noise and soft seconds of quiet calm. Choose lyrics shifting from psychotic gobbledegook to tenderness. Choose dedication, choose thirst, choose violence; choose love, choose belief, choose eleven visionary tracks of bastardised power. Choose a fantastic achievement of a record. Choose ‘Give Me A Wall’. Choose May 15th, 2006. Choose ‘buy’.