Bats Feet for a Window by Bingo Fury

Like a chaotic parade float flanked by elaborate costuming and wild dancing, the ensemble we hear on Bats Feet for a Window by Bingo Fury indulges in many flashy diversions on their slow march to their destination. This record hums with creative energy, unloading its pent-up desire in dramatic jazz solo outbursts that adorn an otherwise deliberate and methodical post-rock journey. By constantly allowing peeks into this unbearably pent-up inner world, Bingo Fury cultivates intense feelings of frustration, of wanting so much that the desire itself stands between them and their satisfaction. Adding to this sensation, both this album’s highest and lowest points take heavy inspiration from no wave, revealing an equally grating sense of lack at all points of the desire-chasing process. However, our final moments with Bingo Fury unfold into one of the most straightforward sounds on the entire record, downshifting this rabid, manic desire into a deep depression that introduces an uncomfortable uncertainty for the future, forcing us to gaze into our empty hands, leaving nothing behind for our struggle but our struggle itself.