CAVE WIMP: Rehearsal 1: CD-R

Three songs of raw, deranged punk. The vocals are blown out and I often wonder if they’re playing at the tempo they had intended on. But it’s just so spiteful and weird that I can’t stop listening to it. The guitarist sounds like a sunburnt Greg Sage and the vocalist sings like he’s dictating his memoirs from a straight jacket. More, please.

 –Daryl Gussin (Television)