Sometimes music’s so fucking horrible that my initial impulse is just to laugh wildly to myself the first time I hear it. The occasions are few and far between, but have included initial encounters with the likes of Burning Witch and Wolf Eyes – shit that’s just so left of musical centre that you don’t know what else to do about it. Drunkdriver, while not exactly ploughing a new furrow (see also: Brainbombs, Drunks With Guns et al), garnered a similarly joyous reaction thanks to the sheer blown-out bluster and mic-swallowing outrage of these nine songs: a stupid, fucked up mess that reduces three-chord frenzy to overdriven clumps of terminal noise and hectoring, drool-chinned bedshitting and makes every song something you have to fight your way through rather than passively endure. Fucking brilliant, and make no mistake.
