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By Mike Rowell

Published on July 20, 2005

Local trio Condor doesn't mess around when it comes to churning out spasmodic robo-rock. On Do It Everywhere, drummer Wendy Farina, synthesizer player Kurt Keppeler, and bassist Joshua Richardson hone the template established on their first release, A Big One (Narnack): herky-jerky drums, fat distorto-bass, old-school synth squonks and gurgles, and proletarian vocal barks, all of which interlocks into a driving throb. The new album has less Joy Division-meets-Wire dark-wave melody and a harsher, more aggro punch courtesy of Fucking Champ Tim Green and his Louder Studios. Think stripped-down Sonic Youth or Gang of Four, minus the guitars, plus discordant vintage keyboards; the closest local "analog" might be Numbers. Volume brings out this album's more compelling qualities, and there's enough variation in the formula to keep things interesting: The chorus of "Poltran" sounds like Devo trying to cover "My Sharona," and the CD ends strong with the ecstatic noise swell of "Wasted on Heaven."