“Get in asshole, let’s drive.” Cameron Winter issues the invitation/command about two minutes into Geese’s new album, after he and guest vocalist JPEGMAFIA have already shouted, repeatedly, “THERE’S A BOMB IN MY CAR!” It’s a refrain they’ll return to often on “Trinidad.” The music is as volatile as the subject matter demands, wah-wah guitar and minimal creeping bass giving way to explosive drum fills and bursts of jazz trumpet. By the end, Winter’s uncanny mewling on the verses has given way to something like a street-preacher rant; Geese meet the moment by evoking a funk band that’s gone all-in on noise rock, matching Winter’s screams blow for blow. As the tension ratchets tighter and the manic claustrophobia sets in, you get the sense that the fuse has been lit and it’s only a matter of time.
