Crude Studs has been a punk staple in the Sacramento scene going on three years, and are seriously one of my favorite bands. This is their first EP and it’s well worth the wait. They’ve got a serious no-frills approach. What you see is what you get: simplistic, catchy, Cramps-style punk rock with a menacing surf-rock edge. Sophia has great range in her voice, able to reach those high, piercing wails—very Siouxsie and the Banshees—but it’s gnarlier, dirtier, all tattered edges. Highlights include “Video Drome,” which gets all whipped up into a hot, frothy mess with a progression that walks the razor’s edge of anxiety attack and pure chaos. “Ground Chuck Night” is one minacious motherfucker. Sophia has her nails dug in tight with fed-up, shrill hollers of tenacious spite, all propelled with knuckle-dragging, almost primal bass and throbbing drums. Only one hundred pressed. GET IT.
–Camylle Reynolds (Phono Select)