“Whatever your take on disco punk Dada, maybe make sure you’re ready to change it. Trade your Hot Chips for cash, collect all Chk Chk Chks, and tune into Sex Pizzul weirdness…”
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“This track is a blast up of guttural sludge, rib-splitting hollers, and crueller-than-thou crunched up gut driven licks. It’s a filth guided grind of destruction…”
This is spleen venting filth with a mean garage grind that ties punk up in white-knuckle knots…
“There’s a flicker and twitching of intricate rhythms, there’s a soul to the guts of the song. In a head-spin of hazy, half-lazy quick sounds that weave punk, Afro-garage and grime…”
“These are gluttonous fuck-hungry scum covered tracks that live muscle-bound, wire-tight and lean…”
“This is energy honed, owned and punked. This is New York junk trashed for the masses. It belongs in a sweatbox on hot summer eve in a downtown back avenue slam…”
Here be B-movie tones, old school punk n’roll, New York mess, indie gems and a sack full of trouble-sludge sounds.
”Television’ is puerile and singularly cool. It’s self knowingly silly and raucous. And we’re not talking punk, it’s far cuter than that, with a teen Weezer faux fratboy fuzz…”
“All the mood and the warning and fear, it’s still here, along with some new threads and tricks. The clarity suits, and because of it, every song feels more human than horror…”
“Last Wars have mixed up a cool chaos sound made of rasp and home brewed lo-fi synths. This is bedroom based punk for electro free-wheelers, all scratchy and rat-tailed and ragged…”
