Mi Ami raise from the ashes of Dischord knuckle-duster disco dudes Black Eyes like a Nubian phoenix of percussion. Shrieking, they crash past the beyond of space, which is most definitely the place.
Their debut album Watersports, out on Touch and Go (R.I.P.?), sounds like Eno and Byrne's My Life in the Bush of Ghosts after two months spent crawling in the mortar-shelled trenches of some apocalyptic grindcore jungle. A deft bass monster grabs your throat with one hand and slices your eyeballs open with shards of serrated guitar. Cultural tourism my ass, this is total pow.
Mi Ami - "New Guitar"