Sleigh Bells: End Of The Line

I got into Sleigh Bells back when noise rock and electronic music colliding seemed like the future. Alexis and Derek made something genuinely abrasive and weird at a time when everything was trying to be accessible. Their records were layered feedback and digital static and Amy Seimetz’s voice cutting through like it was the last thing tethering you to solid ground. They weren’t pretty and they didn’t care. Somewhere along the way I stopped paying attention—different life, different phase—but that initial run of albums still hits different. There’s something about how they sounded that felt like the moment, like they captured something about existing in a screen-filled anxiety-soaked world that nobody else was touching. Maybe the best thing a band can do is exist exactly when you need them to.