Death From Above 1979 – The Physical World

Frankie was a heartbreaker, I didn’t know it at the start

Is it possible to capture pure sex on a record? I’ve been asking myself this question quite a few times recently. Especially when listening to the new Death From Above record. And if someone has managed to do it, the two guys from Toronto have probably done it. And it’s not your pretty flowery sex, it’s the total opposite.

There have been quite a few audio-sex classics. ‘Let’s get it on‘ by Marvin Gaye is the obvious choice. Maybe Prince has come pretty close to perfecting lush intimacy in his music too. Hell, if you’re into that thing ‘Birthday Sex‘ by Jeremih is getting to the point right away. But all these attempts seem too clean and timid compared to what Toronto has to offer.

The debut ‘You’re A Woman, I’m A Machine’ was full of sweat, groove and heavy bass. But in the meantime Jessee Keeler and Sebastian Grainger not only spent their time on solo projects but judging by their new record, they drank a fucking lot of soul-juice. If the bands and songs mentioned before are the kind of sex prude teenagers have behind closed doors, with the lights switched off, songs such as ‘Virgins’, opener ‘Cheap Talk’ or heavy-stomper ‘Nothing Left’ are the dirty fuck on a scruffy club toilet.

You do the hardest things for free, and now there’s nothing left for me

The album leaves you hardly any time to breathe, any time to stand still, rest, take a sip from you beer. It sticks its tongue right into your throat and drags you to the darkest corner of the club to make out. in the meantime you’re sweating your socks off and she does too. There’s one exception though, ‘White is Red’, the song placed right in the middle of the album.

But even though the song is just a little slower, it doesn’t mean there’s any sort of flowery. The heavy grooving bass drags you back to the bar to get a refill, while your girl is still holding on to you biting into your ear. Howdie, how much sexier can it get?

All in all this record hasn’t left my player for the last couple of weeks. And it’s funny to say, but there couldn’t have been a more fitting name than ‘Thy Physical World’. Because there has hardly been an album this year that managed to evoke a much higher physical experience than this! Mr. Grainger, Mr. Keeler, hats off to you! What a superb way to mark a return!


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