Jordan Minnesota – Starting off the album as fast and harsh as possible, the quiet, delayed shrieks and growling accent the disturbing, driving basslines and fast, staccato drumming. May I say, also, that I love when vocalists distort their voices into unintelligible, staticy huffing. 6/10
Passing Complexion – This sounds like a J-pop song after its been molested by the Unabomber and nailed up on a cross in town square – then the vocalist starts screaming at me angrily. 7/10
Big Money – The guitar tones here are so enigmatic to me. Usually I hate noobs that turn the treble up on basses, but not here. Maybe the super fuzzed up guitar and the relentless drum beat changes something about that. The vocalist stays angry, and also keeps the delay on his voice, making him sound like he’s fading away into some sort of telling sexual dream about my elementary school teacher. 6/10
Kerosene – Starts of with some very strange improved percussions, then adds a very steady, dark bassline. The guitar that comes in sounds like its dying. The vocalist sounds more calm – probably because he’s huffing kerosene. Shit’ll fuck you up. 7/10
Bad Houses – What are these guys using for a drum set? The guitarist is using the kind of reverb-phaser mix you hear on Nirvana’s Drain You. This vocalist is dealing with some deep personal issues. That’s what you get for playing D&D in the eighties. 6/10
Fists of Love – Title reminds me of the quote, “Never marry a woman you haven’t beaten in a fist fight.” Song starts off with what sounds like a woman getting violently raped inside a giant tin can. Guitar has a lot of retro chorus-flange on it. After a couple songs of breaking from it, the vocalist starts yelling at me again. 6/10
Stinking Drunk – You can tell by the way the drums are recorded in this song that this album was released in the 80’s, or someone is trying really hard to make it sound that way (see A Place To Bury Strangers). “Like fighting, like sex, like a kick in the bag. Think it's time got stinking drunk.” Also, they start torturing the guitar as though it were a Taiwanese hooker (again.) 6/10
Bazooka Joe – PTSD Vietnam vet? Maybe an uncle or older cousin.
Strange Things – Stranger things have been on this album. This is just a bunch of ROTC nerds helling “HEY!” at me.
Cables – Nice tortured guitar intro again. Pretty sure it’s illegal to do that to a woman. Then this song explodes with a bunch of wall-of-sound noise and the same drum line that’s used in half this album. This one was recorded live, so you can hear the 5 people in the audience clap after their finished punishing them with noise. 6/10
You know those guys you see with their tight, bleached jeans too high and their plan white tees tucked in and their 4-inch thick glasses with 2 inch thick rims, crew cuts, and 10 dead women in their basement? It’s okay, their dad was an alcoholic war vet who demanded they be real men instead of Krogbath, their lvl 20 half-orc barbarian. Well, those guys made a band in the 80’s to vent all their noisy, discordant wrath and daddyhate. S’pretty good shit.
Verdicto: 6/10
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