This Torontonian-Haligonian trio, who are signed to super-roster upstart indie label Last Gang, are perched on the edge of new millennium mish-mash musicality. Let’s Go to War’s (June 12, Wrongbar, 11 pm) multi-dimensional party starters stand out from the rest of the skinny-pants-wearing, porn-star ’stached sneaker pimps who are making so much of the modern club funk of today. Why? Sleek and sexy song composition with smartass lyrics, for one. Their explosive live show is reason two. And three, well, their MySpace track Push Up Ya Lighter sounds like the multiculturalism of Toronto mutated by the 70s and the future simultaneously… that is to say, they really are on some next shit.
“Minister of Love” PJ’s dynamic voice weaves into the ghetto-tech tapestry, while “Minister of Peace” DJ Cirkut’s buzzing beats burrow into the bottom end of the sound spectrum made by “Minister of Truth” Sonny G’s electro embellishments with great and furious anger. Hearing the most addictive cocaine anthem since N.E.R.D.’s Everybody Nose, their Voltronic concoction The Whole City’s Got A Cold, on loud speakers is an experience every club-district patron deserves.
Sounding something like the merging of MSTRKRFT and the Carps, with a dash of Justice and a drop of Andre 3000, they defy categorization with every production. Their first single, Life We Live, is the hedonistic anthem of a thousand hip-hop heads and hipsters alike, and the anarchy-sparking anger coursing through the PJ’s lyrics should ignite dance floors from here to Ibiza. Whether they’re remixing Jully Black jams or touring with M.I.A., Let’s Go To War will bring you more big things before they drop their album, tentatively set for this summer.