REVIEW & INTERVIEW: 9 O'CLOCK NASTY ‘DRY’
“What time is nasty? 9 o’clock! What time is nasty?! 9 o’clock” “What Time Is Nasty” 9 o’clock nasty
9 o’clock approaches as the clock ticks down. You gulp, staring at the second hand as each second stretches out to be milliseconds of little devils laughing in your ears. You start sweating in a daze. “What time is nasty?” “9 o’clock!” “What time is nasty?” “9 o’clock!” The night is going to be nasty, and there’s nothing you could do to stop it. Tick-tock, tick-tock. It’s all you could think about.
9 o’clock nasty has nailed that demonic, poised moment with a fractured, poetic gesture in reminiscence of the 60s psychedelic, garage rock expression. Progressing towards the final madness of the night in a steady, rhymical, endless loop smashing into a clang, joyously and irresponsibly. The band has a nasty sense of humor.
In the tiny nest of their own studio, “Kaola Studio,” 9 o’clock nasty recorded and produced Dry in a challenging, physically uncomfortable condition while having the time of their years. The rules are simple: the fittest survive. “We argue over the dining table. We wrestled naked over the length of a chorus,” they said. To get the right sonics, they crouch under the table with a microphone. As always, creative sparks burst out of confrontation.
“We all live for those moments when you can cut loose and be nasty. Be joyous and irresponsible. Well, that’s what we’re trying to express,” they said, “to ask someone to sing on your record and then make them wear a bucket on their head when they do it is one of the best things we’ve tried artistically. The bucket is now a permanent feature for the studio.”
Sometimes, when your ex has got a new lover and their newly whatever annoys the shit out of you, “Unspool My Heart” is your revenge to win back your heart. “We laughed out loud when we wrote it,” said 9 o’clock nasty, “consider the loves that got away and the idiots they ended up with. The one that took away your love. To be honest, they defeated you. You lost.
Now, find a playlist or a mixtape that you particularly associate with that lost love. Find it but pause there. Pause. Take a deep breath. Delete the fucking pile of shit and play this instead. Dance with joy. You won. It doesn't matter what anyone else may say. There is only one winner in the game of your life, and you are it.”