When Oliver Ackermann’s three piece dronecore act A Place to Bury Strangers first appeared back in 2007, they did so to general praise such as ‘they sound like the Mary Chain’, the usual accolade given to any malnourished artist in black clothes with bad skin and an obnoxious approach to music.
Their self titled 2007 debut release ‘ is so indebted to ‘Pychocandy’ that the Reid brothers wouldn’t have much problem proving this in court but following it up two years later with more of the same but with improved production values highlighted a band with the right references, but one lacking in the ability to use these in anything more than a one dimensional way.
They still have the ability to thrill, the shuddering electronica and violent guitar slashes of opener of ‘Alone’ is as effective an opener to a long player you could ever hope for, the aggro-techno beats, reverbed vocals and fuzz base on ‘Why I Can’t Cry Anymore’ and the dumb rock n roll on the title track are so scuzzy that you’ll be heading for the soap when they’ve finished with you.
However, unlike the Mary chain who made huge jumps in sound progression with their first three albums, ‘Worship’ shows a band reliant on a protective layer of guitar feedback to mask their shortcomings. 6/10