Bathtub Shitter shits high-intensity grind (though their leaden Sore Throat cover on the Murderous Grind Attack comp is the only song on that record that I consistently skip), and here’s some of said shit from 1999, both studio and live: seven pieces of not-letting-up that does not let down. And lyrics, thank god: “The fly is to be crazy for the smell of my excrement/The insect is to roll it/I may be sort of a creator,” then some stuff that makes even less sense, and then, “In short, they may call you ‘BROWN FINGER’/Be fine.” Long live non-sequitur scat metal!
–doug (First Blood Family)