Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 7.5/10

The Rudest are not always those who make their voices heard without shame, who find the world a place in which they speak their mind; it is usually those who hold their thoughts in contempt and who find ways to whisper down people’s ears, drowning them in bile and dishonour. The rudest are to be avoided like the plague and those who find courage to talk even with the odd flutter of disparaging words at their disposal but in a calm and measured way are perhaps best served to suggest that Rude Audio are well worth investing time in.

The strongest statements are those that come from anarchy, those that seek to take apart convention and sterility of office and Rude Audio give that with calm, brutal satisfaction. The sound of the electronic fervour, the chill of energy as it rages and rises in the air like static controlling lightning, making it dance, making it vibrant and animated, the puppet leading the master astray and with a voice that is honest and full of fluid pulse.

It is the throb, the sense of hypnotic pulse that overflows like a stream caught in a torrent of a monsoon that spells out the E.P., that marks The Rudest out as dangerously sincere, as energetic as a single flake of snow, captivating, beauty personified, that creates the avalanche in which hundreds of tonnes of packed snow is dislodged and which the mountain is revealed.

It is to the reveal that the songs Crystal Pylon, Knockmedub, Half Moon Lane Glitter and User come rushing out of the blocks to meet the listener as if they have not met each other in years. The repetition is not there to make the listener squirm, it is too drive home the feeling of remorseless vibrancy, that the pulse, one that is deep within us all, is sacrosanct and urgent.

An enjoyable E.P., one that even those who may naturally shy away from such outpourings of energetic, flamboyant, vivid scenes will enjoy, after all to sometimes revel in the thoughts of The Rudest is to understand what others think.

Ian D. Hall