Pitchfork

Once upon a time they stood on stages with guitars and basses and drums and played something close to rock music, but the last few years have found Black Dice gradually becoming one with their machines as their music turns toward abstracted electronics. Their latest 12" has little use for carbon-based life forms as buzzing tendrils of drone and analog chirps with no need for hands become the essential units of sound. The B-side "Drool" entices by pushing the crude amalgamation of sine waves in the direction of rhythm. It sounds like a cadre of circuit-bent Speak & Spells trying to cover Bo Diddley, and the triangulation between the chugging beat, the alien melody, and the cold, dry texture leads somewhere satisfyingly weird.

[From the "Roll Up" 12"; out now on Paw Tracks]