Ugly of sound and ugly of spirit, Urochromes don’t make things easy for you. Initially I wrote this off as “kinda okay,” but I took their belligerence as a challenge and wound up spinning it til I actually enjoyed it. I WIN. Or maybe they do, since they got my money for their damn record in the first place. Anyway, they somehow sound like The Rip Offs playing New York hardcore. Daft as that might sound it works, or at least it does after you’ve played the damn thing thirty times in a row. I dunno?
