The sad fact about local music is that no artist wants to be known as a local musician. Revolver Modele is one of those bands everyone expected to get a record deal and move to New York and open for Interpol, but didn’t. And there’s nothing wrong with that. The Twin Cities could do with a few more bands that sound-check Nick Cave’s oeuvre with goth-rock’s moody sexuality. Their inspiration? Brothers Quay dolls, Ian Curtis’ seizures, Bondage a Go-Go and the personality of (and color) black. Of course.

With numerous EPs to their name and the 2003 City Pages Best New Band still hanging over their head, Revolver Modele has finally released their 11 track full-length CD. Consistency is the key here: angular guitar dance grooves abound. Only “The Ache” slows it down a bit: riding Natasha Hasset’s Bauhaus bass line, singer Ehsan Alam ominously moans the creepiest sex-line in his musical career: “Your legs are wrapped around my ribs/Can you feel my heartbeat?”

“Masks” channels, self-referentially, “cafe clubs and boudoirs.” The French would gobble this up like dark wine and mistress sex. Alam sometimes tries too hard to sound macabishly poetic, as he does on “Delirium Tremens:” Every drink that I sip from your skin becomes an opiate/I swallow smoke to sink in close into your opulent neck.”

Nevertheless, the appropriate images are there: love and carcinogens. If all goes well, look for it listed under the favorite artists of your most cherished Suicide Girl. GB

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