After making a brilliantly chaotic splash with Death by Coconut, Captain Frederickson return with Dyson Airblade Domestic, a noise rock oddity that proves they’re not done making us laugh, scream, and question our household appliances. Clocking in at just over two and a half minutes of grime-coated guitar riffs and basement-born feedback, this new single is as much a sonic tantrum as it is a tongue-in-cheek ode to the most overqualified bathroom accessory imaginable.
Blending gritty textures with deadpan narration, Dyson Airblade Domestic doubles as a scuzzy guide to upgrading your home hygiene game—if you’ve ever dreamed of turning your ensuite into a motorway service station, this is your anthem. But beneath the electric squall lies genuinely clever storytelling: the domestic absurdity is painted with both affection and ridicule, as if Sonic Youth got stuck in a B&Q aisle with a mission to reimagine modern life through distortion pedals and sarcasm.
There’s something hilariously sincere in the way the track builds its mythos—each screeching chord a nod to the inflated seriousness we give to gadgets that dry our hands in ten seconds or less. Captain Frederickson walk the line between art-rock commentary and full-blown spoof with ease, never losing sight of the fun.
Whether or not you opt to install a Dyson Airblade in your bathroom (other brands are available, after all), this track will make you think twice about your hand-drying choices—and maybe scream into the towel with joy. Or confusion. Either way, it’s brilliant.
Review by Thomas Imposter