Tomorrow You Will Die By Noise
The Garbageman and the Prostitute opens with a twenty-six-second-long electronic shriek that pinches the part of the brain that reminds us why itâ€šÃ„Ã´s bad to chew on tin foil. It is the warning shot for Kill Me Tomorrowâ€šÃ„Ã´s imminent assault on the eardrums. Or rather, it is simply a warning sign to the cautious listener. TGatP is a noise expo where Zack Wentzâ€šÃ„Ã´s convulsive drumming and muted vocals, along with K8 Winceâ€šÃ„Ã´s eerie, repetitious back-up vocals, are joined by an array of abrasive synth effects and looping electronics. The result is a band that one would be hard pressed to find a comparable sound. Though an accompanying DVD adds complementing visuals to four of the tracks, the music is more than capable of holding its own.
With â€šÃ„ÃºI Require Chocolate,â€šÃ„Ã¹ a certain level of insanity begins to well up in the album. It courses through â€šÃ„ÃºHot Headâ€šÃ„Ã¹ and â€šÃ„ÃºBlack Shifties,â€šÃ„Ã¹ and boils over in the nerve grinding â€šÃ„ÃºChart of You.â€šÃ„Ã¹ When everything seems set to tear itself apart, Kill Me Tomorrow delivers TGatPâ€šÃ„Ã´s self-titled track, which taps into the tension that has built up throughout the album. Wentzâ€šÃ„Ã´s creepy narrative lyrics only add to the musicâ€šÃ„Ã´s disconcerting atmosphere, with the solitary voice on â€šÃ„ÃºTell Me About Your Motherâ€šÃ„Ã¹ describing how a homeless person digging in his garbage turned out to be his mother.
After a first run through the album, certain moments blur together as you try to digest the bombardment of auditory stimuli. But get through it. Listen to it again. You will either enjoy it as the randomness begins to take shape, or detest it as the noise grates on your nerves.