Lusciously edgy, LA’s The Transmissions are a musical speedball. Led by Christian Biel stirring things up with his guitar and chillingly eerie vocals, The Transmissions keep the hairs standing up on the back of your neck while their smooth yet grinding groove whispers you to remain warmly immersed.
There’s plenty at work to transfix here: Weird guitar effects. Jerky movements. Haunting vocals. A dependable rush. Juxtaposition of jagged and curvy, breezy and balmy, cacaphony and harmony, chaos and order. These dipoles draw the listener to the core of limbic appreciation of The Transmissions’ sound.
Musically, The Transmissions are driven by heavy tides the likes of Nine Inch Nails. Vocally, you can hear the Talking Heads influence, yet while David Byrne references are understandable, Biel is less cleverly concocted than and just not frenetic like Byrne. Rather, he’s more off kilter like Johnny Rotten in his Public Image Limited days, somewhere around Death Disco or Poptones. Biel, like Lydon, could sing about driving Japanese cars or walking to McDonald’s and still catch my fancy. After listening and listening again, I’m baffled by the imbalance that hangs the equation: why is this guy not yet a recognized superhero?
Chemistry is dark and hard. It pounds and cranks into a terminal breakdown. Stay convincingly lilts toward the ephemeral. When Biel shouts out “Stay”, any lingering pretense instantly melts away. That one simple word, naked and earnest, penetrates my heart and gut and makes me want to do the right thing.
Electrically compelling and emotionally disarming, The Transmissions entrance with vulnerability and then take you on a wild carnival ride of humanity. Just watch the videos.
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