Labels: Barfbag
Review by: Alex Deller
Here’s one of those fun if irritating/infuriating bands that I’d usually associate with labels like Fashionable Idiots or No Patience, or a place like Cleveland, Ohio. Yammering, snot-slimed synth punk is the order of the day, making me think of Darvocets, Folded Shirt or some raggedy garage band like Tokyo Electron or the Reatards on a lopsided Screamers kick. It’s not “” for me at least “” an everyday kinda record as the squawked vocals and puerile persistence can be like sandpaper for the brain if I’m in a bad mood, but as a lit-fart flash of silly, abrasive, ebullient punk rock fun it certainly has its place and is definitely worthy enough of your attention.