Feast your ears! The mighty Opus Kink are back with a new seven track collection of grimy
jazz-infused punk to further cement their reputation as the unhinged tempters of chaos. My
Eyes, Brother! is a banquet of plenty ready to be devoured, so take your seat, as Alice Beard takes you on a guided tour through the madness.

Opener Chains lures us in with drums and bass so equally filthy that they fight for
dominance over the track. Just like any Opus Kink offering, this song is an effortless fusion of
starkness and beauty. The usual unease only builds with the incessant chants of ‘little sister
with the ball and chain’ which send you into a stupor. It’s a slow and steady start by Opus
Kink’s standards, but no less glorious. Diving straight into the next course, Dust oozes with
the filth and fury that completes their essence. Blistering screams, choral chants, clattering
bells and piercing waves of groaning horns. Its all you could ever ask for in a song really. The
loose attitude carried by each instrument is a guttural punch to the system. It’s almost
grotesque- a pub brawl in one track.
Children rises with a steady sense of urgency until practically bursting at the seams. The
brass section is seductive, synths pulsing and bass flowing with groove. ‘I can’t forgive
myself for what I’m about to do’ Rogers exclaims in a manner possessed. The onslaught is
overwhelming but there’s a glory in what ensues. Instruments clatter and clash, the track
advancing to a cacophonous end all too soon.
"The Brighton six- piece have managed to find a remarkable balance between creating a richly wild sound which remains cohesive and dazzling all the same."
Tin of Piss provides a brief excursion. Taking us by the hand, we are led with a downward
drag into the shadows of this EP. The overhanging heaviness it provides is the perfect
accompaniment for fifth track Malarkey. Slouching basslines come forth and take centre
stage here. Its unsettling riffs are a walk through the alleys of the mind whilst Angus Rogers’
vocals provide a grit and richness to pull the listener ever deeper towards the dirge.
Although slightly more restrained than the rest of the EP, this track holds a sense of
foreboding that runs deep below the surface.
Marching from the abyss, Piping Angels is a dream you haven’t quite woken from yet.
Penetrating screams cut through the thick mud of instruments. It’s a winding road of a track,
Just when you think you’ve found the order within the chaos, you are knocked sideways and
sent swirling further into the depths of its bewildering soundscape.
Finally, we are greeted with the relentless and unforgiving 1:18. The opening synth anchors
the track, slinking between the cracks to allow the brass section to engage in its perpetual
dance with Rogers’ blistering vocals. It’s a song that embraces danger, even unashamed to
flirt with it and take it warmly under its arm.
This delightfully dark EP is skittish and unhinged. With every track we are injected with a
uniquely raw energy that throws any preconceptions to the ground. The Brighton six- piece
have managed to find a remarkable balance between creating a richly wild sound which
remains cohesive and dazzling all the same. Opus Kink are ever stronger and more than
equipped to convert the masses.
Alice Beard
Edited by: Ali Glen
Image courtesy of Opus Kink's Instagram. Video courtesy of Opus Kink on YouTube
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