Rew*

That*S*rite

By Christopher Duda
(SugarBuzz Toronto)

SugarBuzz Magazine

The fact that Billy Ficca plies his well-accomplished trade on this release should have television addicts running for media outlets while dancing under the New York smog.

Rew comes across like PJ Harvey giving birth to Karen Findley’s artificially inseminated love child; all the while Lydia Lunch does cartwheels in a cheerleading uniform from the sidelines and Patti Smith bakes special cookies for the masses. Lyrically it sounds like Rew possibly has been through some fucked up relationships thus fuelling her breath of nails and cyanide rasp. The rest of the band is one tight unit and thus elevates Rew’s observations and stories to another level. Simple well-placed musical accents accentuate Rew’s biting lyrics. Furthermore, it is not hard to fathom that this is one red-hot poker-backing band jabbing and singeing your supple flesh.

Rew lurks beneath the underbelly of the great apple awaiting the putsch to overtake the Disney-fication of downtown Manhattan, and breath some life back into the NYC of yesteryear. Rew titivates, celebrates, and gives us glimmer of hope with determination and perseverance. Rew has grasped the torch and is ready to burn NYC down and rebuild.

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