Japanese Fight Fish is a London based band with troubles setting themselves in a certain genre. Instead of retaining a loving relationship with just one genre, Japanese Fighting Fish have lots of steamy one night stands with a few different ones; on a few occasions, it’s looks like they forgot to call said genre back. What a bunch of naughty lads! I’ve had a chance to listen to their September 2013 release, Day Bombs and from the first track you can speculate that this album will be something different than that of the usual rock sound.
This short, round-house kick of an album delivers constant energy, bombastic vocals and gritty instrumentation. Think of what might happen if you glued some industrial to some rock, to some, metal, to some craziness; you may have an idea of how mental this album is. Even the fleeting elements of prog-rock work together with the rest of the album.
While the rockier moments all seem to screw around with conventional song structures, it’s the prog moments that have a better point of effect. They Lie is an assault on bog standard vocal stylings and mixes spoken vox, to some very aggressive shouts. Flick The King tricks your ears with a gentle intro that lulls you into that full sense of security and then locks you in the burning house of music style and throws away the king. Enjoy it or burn; also, that chorus and that comedown are just killer.
Ben is sinister in everything it does and should be burnt at the stakes for how evil it sounds. Not before I get a few copies of it first though. Everything works together to work on this evil masterpiece; the bass is a total creep that spies on people through buses and the vocals narrate it while it does so. At times it almost sounds like Creature Feature.
Mister Mandolin is a rare moment of peace in this album that the band does cherish in a sweet way. The instrumentation gently nurses the melody along with the vocals that I’m starting to associate with evil and it’s genuinely, a lovely moment.
What works for this band? Their reluctance to remain simple? Could be. Is it the frontman having an affair with his mic? Maybe. What about that new messy sound? Hmmmm. It’s all of these things smashed together in a mosh pit of sexual moshers. Day Bombs works this angle of experimentation and trying things that aren’t necessarily successful, but are things that they, as a band, want to do.
What I’m taking away from this album is that convention can go fuck itself; innovation, experimentation, imperfection and sleaze are king in the kingdom of what sounds top.