Brooklyn girrrl-fronted-pop three piece EULA hurtle at you with precise, frenetic energy. Armed with their new single “Texas Stampede” a hurricane of bass, drums, guitar and screeching all crashing into each other like a mess of arms, legs and bodies. Whilst threaded with the spooky, “whereee were yououuuuu” refrains regale you with tales of a particularly messy catfight, this is the thoroughly disconcerting mayhem that flickers with memories of the demented sound of Melt Banana. When it lets up for breath the sneering, bounce along melodies of front lady Alyse is more Sleater Kinney. As a listener you’re now sat bolt upright, nodding your head, and if you know the words singing along at the top of your lungs!
Their new album Maurice Narcisse shows EULA’s pleasing diversity, with all tracks clocking in at less than three minutes. There’s a kinetic energy and passion of the rrriot girrl movement fused to the punk-ish intellect of the late 70s post punk. And it doesn’t feel forced, or contrived these aren’t hipsters their new set of songs bristles with personality and DIY inventiveness..
Nowhere is that more apparently than the pulsating opening track that crushes against the wall before giving way to a perversely pretty melody. The clicking vulnerability of “Oh Lord” is more Stereolab weaving its way into your ears on a wave of shaking vocals and snaking instrumentals. While the frenetic energy of “Honor Killer” is a whirling dervish of drum kicks, addictive cut up melodies comparable with the work of the Slits. The filthy bass splurges and spat out vox of “Dirty Hands” are the sound of early grunge being given a thrilling spank on the behind on the back of a wave of girl group ‘woos’! Bitter sweet it makes you want to leap off your chair and dance around like a very silly person. Eula are a fresh new joyride through the ages of girrrl fronted-punk- pop, and its utterly exhilarating !
