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The Faint is not afraid to cut you
Do not get it twisted: the Faint will totally kick your ass. They left one hell of a footprint on the butt of Los Angeles after the first of their two-show stand at the Fonda on August 7.
Peppering their set with the more nuanced songs from their new album Fasciinatiion, it was the massive, primal electro blasts of more familiar songs like “Agenda Suicide” and “I Disappear” that had the main floor of the sold out crowd whipped into a roiling mass of sweaty headbands and dancing girls. Obviously the youngsters that downloaded Danse Macabre and Wet From Birth back in the day have been riding hard with those albums ever since, given the rabid response to the songs. Only time will tell if the subtler shifting rhythms and refined songwriting of the new material will have similar staying power.
Regardless, the pride of Omaha has amassed a sonic arsenal that had the beat-crazy brigade of L.A. more jacked up than I’ve seen since the last time Justice rolled through town. Having survived everything from “electroclash” to the implosion of the music industry by rolling with Conor Oberst and the Saddle Creek label, The Faint have crafted an enviable career the old-fashioned way: relentless touring and self-sufficiency. They also know how to rock a party right. Now boasting their very own record label (blank.wav), we've got to give it up to the Faint. Well played, gentlemen. Well played.
—Scott T. Sterling
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