Labels: Electric Human Project
Review by: Alex Deller
Music like this makes me think of dirty lumberjack shirts and the smell of unwashed hair. The kind of feral rock n’ roll hammered out by men with crazed, bloodshot eyes, dirt thick beneath their fingernails and dried snot streaked across the backs of their hands. If this isn’t the case then in damn well should be, because this is raw, primitive music without the slightest hint of delicacy or polite restraint, just a mudslide of riffs, crazed howls and brutally simple drumming that’ll kick out your teeth as soon as look at you. It’s heavy, sludged-out and frazzled in the same way the Melvins are, crunching through short, bedraggled songs that have no difficulty in reaching that ugly little part of your soul that leads you into three-day blackouts, bloodied knuckles and being hunched over the toilet bowl with strings of bile dangling from your lips. Extremely nasty, utterly unhygienic and likely to leave you with some unpleasantly itchy reminder of your dalliance come morning, but nonetheless heartening that in these days of boundary-pushing and genre cross-pollination the likes of El Buzzard are still lingering behind the times, pounding away hammer and tong to make music that truly fucking rocks and makes no bones about it. Marvellous.