Mata Hari, the debut album by California based trio Fay Wrays blends the bands dynamic live sound with a thin veneer of studio sheen that compliments the bands penchant for loose and discordant riffs and hooks. “Fay Wrays offer a collection of songs bristling with a nervous, angry energy, from the percussive jitters and barbed hooks of ‘weatherman’ to the epic guitar swoons of ‘risk’ to the monolithic slither and swagger of the nearly nine-minute closer, ‘scottish lad’” (webinfront.net) . With the volatile mix of indie rock and hardcore with post punk and metal flourishes all wrapped together with an unabashedly loud and shamelessly raw feel Mata Hari might not necessarily be easy listening but when your ears are ringing it is hard not to stop and take notice.
RIYL: Shellac, D.C. Hardcore, Mission of Burma, These Arms are Snakes
Recommended tracks: 1, 7, 2, 3, 5, 8
“what can be said about the fay wrays? they are everything they advertise themselves as: loud, hard and fast. and great at it . . . it's melodic heavy body blows.”
“This one is your ‘listen to when pissed off’ record. D.C. hardcore fans will find something to like.”
Classical Geek Theatre blog
“A screaming collision of frothing guitars, moody atmospherics and throat peeling screams, Fay Wrays’ debut album, Mata Hari, is one sustained, headlong howl of catchy postpunk.”
“For most, ‘turning the amps to eleven’ is just a figure of speech. For Fay Wrays, it’s the Holy Grail: the ever-elusive combination of loud and heavy that makes walls shake and ears bleed. In the wrong hands – think high school buddy’s hardcore band or the greedy sap in Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade – volume oppresses, turning auditory nerves to mush, peeling flesh from bone . . . crudely-raw noise troupe Fay Wrays have the right hands – capable of melding paint-peeling discord with honest-to-goodness hooks.”