WORLD/INFERNO FRIENDSHIP SOCIETY
This Packed Funeral
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In the band's unique punk rock cabaret style, the ten tracks on the LP feature their signature critically acclaimed romantic tangoing/violent break up inducing mayhem while expanding previously unexplored territory combining contrapuntal fugue, the rhythmic percussion of a New Orleans Funeral March and classic the hardcore punk sounds of Code Of Honor, TSOL and The Damned.
WORLD/INFERNO FRIENDSHIP SOCIETY combine their skills to create a style that is equal parts punk, soul, klezmer and jazz, featuring horns, piano, guitar and a lot of boys and girls with very sharp teeth with a must-see stage charisma rivaling Slim Cessna's Auto Club. The ensemble has over 40 members, including a guy from Dexys Midnight Runners who's in Black 47 now. Only about 7 to 13 show up at any given time due to parole restrictions, so you never can tell how crowded the dressing room is going to be. The group is forced to continue with singer, Jack Terricloth, a prison baby who was placed in foster care after being born in the Clinton Correctional Facility for Women in Union Township, Hunterdon County, New Jersey. Joining Terricloth once more, is co-founding member of this bizarre gang of dangerous loonies, Scott Hollingsworth, is back and in the producer's/piano stool after a 15-year hiatus, and will be touring with the band on keys this fall. Veteran member Peter Hess is also back in the fold, and is responsible for the stellar brass arrangement on the "Don't get me started, Don't get me wrong", World / Inferno's take on a New Orleans Funeral March on THIS PACKED FUNERAL
"The World/Inferno Friendship Society are correct: I think this album may be a synthesis of every music style ever conceived: horns, fiddles, organ, pianos and at least three kinds of guitar. Spanish influences are heavy throughout, and most songs dip into saliently punk territory with a scintilla of ska. The minor-key tonality and layered, surfy, female backing vocals on "Dr. Dracula Who Makes You Get High" are reminiscent of "Rock Lobster." Sandra Malak's full vox slathers on an Alanis Morrisette, '90s grunge treatment. Somehow, gypsy folk is also mashed in. In theory, it seems like it would be a psychotic clusterfuck of disarray, but in reality, it's undeniably alluring.
Jack Terricloth's vocals are polished yet sooty. A piece of Brendon Urie's soul was stolen and dissolved into the witch's brew-check out "So Long Saving Grace." "A Minute of Silence" is literally a minute of silence. An infinite string of words are necessary for a full description. The abnormality cannot be overstated."
-LeAundra Jeffs SlugMag.com
"How many bands make you want to grab a partner and waltz your ass off until your feet hurt? I count just the one and that is The W/IFS, a collection of rabble rousers which, despite many attempts, defies direct classification. This album takes me on a musical journey that conjures up images of the darker reaches of Eastern Europe, Paris, and New Orleans to name but a few places; such is the eclectic quality of the songwriting across its course. This Packed Funeral is The W/IFS at its best and stands as an open invitation to the best party ever."
-Rich Cocksedge Razorcake
"...the band swings for the fences and sets their mark on their most cinematic construction to date. World/Inferno being World/Inferno, the band still bends three-ring circus sparkle around a big band core and drips classic punk thrashing between the cracks. But, here, more than ever before, is a celebration of the golden age of Hollywood entertainment. "This Packed Funeral" is propelled by what sounds like a full string section. "So Long Saving Grace" (which is one of the band's best songs ever) gains its fire from a muted trumpet that twists just behind vocalist Jack Terricloth's smooth tenor. This is more Treasure of Sierra Madre than it is Rocket to Russia.
And that's what sets this album apart from the band's previous work. On the early chargers like "I Wouldn't Want to Live in a World Without Grudges," half the excitement was seeing if the band could pull of their daring references to classic soul and Tommy Dorsey. But, here, there is no question. The band has lofty ambitions and its impressive, and even thrilling, to hear the band execute such grand vision with apparent ease and joy."
--John G., Punknews.org
"Coming to the end of this album is like closing up the amusement park and the feeling you get when you have to walk back to the parking lot as the neon lights become a distant memory. There is so much fun to be had on this album, and that alone makes the ride worth it."
--Andrew Duncan, Selective Memory Mag
"This Packed Funeral is just as broadly eclectic and artistically adventurous as the World/Inferno Friendship Society albums which came before it, lighting the new songs afire with instrument and voice and letting them burn burn burn, engulfing everything in their vicinity in incendiary punk cabaret, anarcho jazz, gypsy-core, strange energetic folk, and fringe soul, among other styles."
--James G. Carlson, No Depression
"I dunno how exactly to describe this, other than "drama department" or "cabaret" rock? There's a load of ideas in here but this band (who I know have been at this for a long time) have this overly conceptual lyric and song structure, which make this utterly boring. Alright, it might be OK in very small doses, as if it was, say, in a movie or a segment of TV show (though this mostly sounds like an "alternative version" of Glee). The female vocalist sounds like an "edgy" version of NATALIE MERCHANT. And for fuck's sake, the main male vocalist on "Don't Get Me Started, Don't Get Me Wrong" sounds like BILLY JOEL! May this be forever sealed in a NPR tote bag, wrapped in Slate think pieces deep under the sea!"
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