BLACK EYES: Cough: CD

Sounds like a high school marching band on a wicked PCP wigout – all honking saxes, spastic drums, screaming and blowing whistles. Two cats yell their jazz poetry at each other over the wailing and gnashing of their artrock noise ensemble like some kind of terrible soundtrack to some kind of terrible movie about something terrible. But probably not as terrible as I make it out to be.

 –doug (Dischord)