Makeshift Swahili

Writing about This Heat seems to always revolve around their place in rock history, which is a real shame because no band needs context less than this one. The doors of this song are blown down so early and so intensely that the an requisite adjustments away from melody, tradition, and one's pop assumptions are rendered pointless by pure force. Most post-rock and ambient artists rely on their ability to build and create complexity over long periods of time. All This Heat needs is two minutes and a single chord to translate shuddering body horror into sound and inject it directly into our lower backs. I will never hear to word "swahili" the same way again (1:13).