Labels: In The Red
Review by: Alex Deller
This label has quietly been pumping out some of the best in tunefully sloppy garage punk for a good few years now, cherrypicking the best there is and happily allowing the wider world to gaze upon the scuzzy delights they’ve unearthed. This, however, is some pretty fucking ugly stuff and you can’t much imagine them drawing the same kind of hip, handsome, well-kempt crowd as, say, the Black Lips or the Vivian Girls. It’s weird, blurred, carcrash punk that can barely keep control of its faculties, all decked out in haunted house keyboards and a worrying assortment of dissonant scrapes and whoops. Drawled, incomprehensible vocals drift in and out of focus while beebling b-movie FX shit themselves all over the place while the band lurch unsteadily through ten songs that might tip a nod or two to fellow ITRers the Hunches but owe a far greater debt to the Birthday Party and Antioch Arrow. Proceed with caution!