Labels: Beach Impediment
Review by: Alex Deller
Killer exhumation of knackers-out thrash circa ’82 from the newly-founded Beach Impediment label. If you know this band at all it’ll be from the ‘Master Tape Vol. 2’ and/or brilliantly-named ‘Tarantula On My Cock’ comps but if you don’t, you’re forgiven, and all you need to know is that this isn’t some piece-of-shit, diminishing-returns nostalgia kick released to document yet another piece of random hc miscellany but instead delivers the goods in spades. Things have that great, snarling, out-of-control vibe that only frustrated, misunderstood teenagers seem capable of, while the guitar sound rattles round your head like the shaky hand of a strung-out burglar looking for something sharp in the cutlery drawer. There are even a couple of slower moments for nerds like me who prefer the occasional trudge to pure, relentless speed and a part that, somewhat bizarrely, sounds like it’s been lifted from J.J. Cale’s ‘Cocaine’. What’s not to like?