FACTORY
Sweet
Convulsions
Pfffth!
Records
The lights go out and a strange humming noise fills the
air. One by one, torches are lit, revealing, in part, the misshapen outlines of
metallic structures upon the stage. Before my mind can make sense of what I am
seeing, clouds of smoke appear and further distort my view. A buzzing sound
joins the hum and together they build towards a rhythmic beat. I struggle to
see past the swirling smoke and notice there is a dark shadowy outline of
someone standing before an altar. A green flash of light from the altar momentarily
reveals the expressionless face of the man behind the altar. He is looking down
at something which is making the cacophonous sounds.
I hear the gasps of the strangers who surround me, and my
attention is drawn to the portcullis on the far wall behind me. The procession
has begun. Two exceptionally built barbarians, dressed only in loincloths,
appear from the gate. They bear upon their shoulders a large spit upon which
hangs a frail and bloody man. The barbarians stride through the throng of
depraved onlookers toward the torch-lit stage, dragging the tortured captive in
their wake.
Reaching the stage, they untie the tormented man and cast
his gory body unto the center of the platform. The dark figure behind the altar
looks on, unfeeling, as he works his hands into a frenzy of sound. He adds more
dissonant noises, and they build up into a loud crescendo, which then stops.
Silence fills the room for a few seconds. In that moment, I can hear the
murmurs of disbelief from the crowd around me.
The silence is replaced by an infectious dance groove and
the bloody victim on the stage begins to convulse. His body is wracked by
sudden twitches and spams as he struggles to get on his feet. When he does, he
raises his head, and the torchlight reveals his broken face for all to see. I
gasp right along with the rest of the crowd. We are shocked to see he has only
one eye set into his forehead. In rapt revulsion, I step closer to the stage as
the cyclops begins to sing.
This is Sweet Convulsions. They are scary and they
put on an amazing live show.
Sweet Convulsions began their partnership two
years earlier when vocalist Jack Pavlik (formerly of Brain Injured Children)
and instrumentalist Joe Pla (of Lazarus Effect) met and decided to put
forth their own brand of unconventional industrial dance music. Inspired, no
doubt, by performance-centric bands like Skinny Puppy and Einsturzende
Neubauten, their music is perfectly complemented by their disturbing and
dramatic on-stage antics.
Their highly imaginative performances features exploding
mannequins, unique use of smoke and lights, a skinny, six-foot tall blonde
transvestite, unusual instruments, two sexy burlesque dancers and the
aforementioned barbarian brothers. But the most important aspect of their shows
is their aggressive sound. Joe Pla’s music walks a fine line between dissonance
and accessibility. But Jack Pavlik’s tortured vocals makes sure their sound
never fully embraces the mainstream.
After extensive performances at underground venues like
Bond Street Café and Club A.D., they have released a small compilation of their
eccentric material. Their debut Ep is available on the independent label Pffth!
Records. Simply titled Sweet Convulsions, the disc features three
original songs and one fantastic remake. The entire Ep is bookended by snippets
of an instrumental track titled “Voices”.
Side Zero of the Sweet Convulsions ep
begins with the song “Hostage”, a cry out about the confusion of mixed
emotions. Sweet Convulsions captures the pain of being a hostage to love and a
slave to your feelings. The music has a driving mid-tempo industrial rock beat,
but the ominous electronic flourishes and fuzzy guitar licks give it a distinct
personality.
It is followed by “Blind” which starts with a sample from
Predator, where Arnold says: “If it bleeds, we can kill it.” It then goes into
early EBM territory with a backing track that sounds a lot like “Geography” by Front
242. The addition of Jack’s high-pitched, screaming vocals, and the
aforementioned guitar change the song from a Front 242 tribute into
something new.
Side One gives us their current single “Blue Eyes”. The backing
musical track sounds like With Sympathy-era Ministry but
mixed with the screeching guitars that would characterize Ministry’s
later work. A funky beat accentuates the proceedings and gives the track a pop
appeal. Lyrically, it tells the story of a soldier and the prostitute he abuses
and later kills on the streets of NYC. During a live performance, Jack Pavlick announced
the song is based on a true story.
The Ep ends with a remake of Gloria Gaynor’s “I
Will Survive”. Sweet Convulsions takes this beloved Disco anthem, slaps it
around and makes it their bitch. Joe’s creative use of electronic music and
industrial beats, along with Jack’s pained and plaintive vocals, add a new depth
to the track. The guitars that sweep in halfway through push the song into the rock
realm. By the time the song ends, its jackhammer beat, and Jack’s screams have morphed
the tune into something much darker than Disco.
Sweet Convulsions is a band that would fit alongside
the other unique acts on the Wax Trax Records label. Their music openly celebrates
the bands that have come before them; But instead of sounding derivative, they manage
to push their songs into new directions. Their live shows add a dramatic visual
component that perfectly accentuates their aggressive sound. Again, it’s as if
they took a page from the Skinny Puppy performance playbook, highlighted
some items, then added notes of their own with a magic marker.
Anyone interested in sampling what Sweet Convulsions
has to offer can pick up their Ep at Café Soundz in Montclair, Vintage Vinyl in
Fords, as well other forward-thinking record stores. Or you can write them at
P.O. Box 9131, Newark NJ 07014 for orders and live bookings. Their next live
performance will be held on December 8th, 1991 at The Redspot on Bay
Street, Staten Island. I highly recommend taking that trip.
As for Sweet Convulsions next project, Jack jokingly
hinted that it would be a remake of The Partridge Family’s immortal classic “I
Think I Love You”. I wonder what Danny will say.

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