What? I simply don’t understand this release when I am completely sober I am afraid. Either that or it’s shite.
22 tracks of super-fast, spastic hardcore all told, the songs don’t have funny titles. It has a good first track (“Tiger In The Grass”) though, with samples of wild cats roarrrrrrring at you. Scary. After that it just rushes off into that crazy, nuts, whack-o hc. Combatwoundedveteran crossed with punk rock. Dual vocals are lost amidst the rumble. Shout yelp, aiiiii! Songs finish and another one starts. Sometimes it’s the same song. It’s difficult to figure out where they change. In fact, if you are anal enough to study the grooves on the vinyl (come on, that’s most of you), then you’ll see that it’s just two long tracks on each side. Gadzooks!
I was surprised how much I didn’t like this when I listened to it in a straight-edge state, as their split 7″ with the mighty Harriet the Spy was good on both sides. Oh well. I liked it a lot I had beers though (which was this time). And the picture of the band on the back of the record is awesome.
Yes, this LP is much, much better after beers. In fact, this record is simply very weird. Rock. 2 minutes long, or something stupid. No, it’s longer than that. Sorry. I like the name of the record label. And there are a lot of PO Boxes in Cambridge, Massachusetts (I almost spelt that right first time).
I think you’d be into this lots if you were mad, or have an unhealthy interest in music that is really pointless.