Matt Franco - guitar, vocals
Robert Jurgensen - bass, vocals
Sean McGuinness - drums
Like a giant, industrial-sized warehouse cooling machine, Air Conditioning are filled
with rumbling, metallic thuds, and an almost soothing rhythm of vibrating gears. With
ease, a mighty pace gallops towards you, like a train carrying thousands of gallons
of petroleum in a thunderstorm. As if Universal Indians decided to spend a day playing
only Neanderthal songs, or if Harry Pussy did their best interpretation of 'Holy Money'
by Swans, Air Conditioning punish with teeth-grinding intensity; bass gurglings and
unholy guitar tricks carried with a heavy dose of bass / snare interplay.
After forming the highly inspirational (and sadly underappreciated) Kisses and Hugs,
and then remaining ahead of their time with the unpredictable and conceptual An Oxygen
Auction, Mr. Polgardy and Mr. Jurgensen began playing with Nazareth-raised Mr. Franco.
Baking each melody at 450 degrees, they would pound a rhythm for upwards of half an hour
until the original sentiment was laid to waste, fragmented and brittle. Mr. Polgardy's
percussion provides a stiff, unrelenting backbone to the Air Conditioning animal, seething
effects and distortion splashing about. Harsh effects slowly morph into eerily pleasant
drones, loose noises speckling the exterior. Each Air Conditioning track provides a
dense, moving listen.
Air Conditioning have been playing out constantly, refining their sound, as well as
kindly hosting Jeff the Pigeon, a venue that brings interesting, eclectic acts into
an area sorely in need of such. Their debut full-length provides a proper setting for
the Air Conditioning sound; tracks reaching 15+ minutes as they crash and crumble with
an ear-splitting abandon.
Air Conditioning (email contact)
Jeff the Pigeon
Level Plane Records