Not feeling completely human. Suffering through the disease of love. Struggling with an addiction to overstimulating noise and light. Just another day on planet Earth. Any artist from any genre could make an album about the complex, often contradictory conveniences and dystopian facets of modern life—and they do—but somehow it seems most fitting when it sounds like this. Released by FREAKS, the self-titled album by New Prosthetics sounds like what could be Kraftwerk’s alternate soundtrack to THX-1138, if the band were fronted by a soprano opera singer. It’s an industrial experiment, a vicious razor-edged machine driven by a woman with a voice as ancient as the woods and illuminating as lightning. In case it isn’t obvious, this is not background music. Listen with feeling.
