Dirty Frigs sound as if they’re equally inspired by horror movies, 1950s rock ’n’ roll, psychedelic drug trips, fetish art films and grunge – a menagerie of influences that differentiates the local four-piece from the noise movement that Toronto’s currently enthralled with.
The band recorded their latest self-titledEP up north in cottage country inside a haunted church – a fitting setting for the ominous sludge-drenched project that can make you feel uneasy, even in the comfort of your own bedroom. On closer Swampy, the guitars are loud and muddy, the drums foreboding and sharp, and Bri Salmena’s growling, twangy drawl binds it all together. Live in concert, Salmena’s booming vocals suck you into the Dirty Frigs’ demonic world, so it’s a shame when her voice is buried way down in the mix on songs like Sup Bro and You Won’t Like Me.
Top track: Swampy
Dirty Frigs play S.H.I.B.G.B.’s on November 14.
