When I first heard this album, I couldn’t quite make sense of it. I loved the song titles (e.g. “i slept with the daughters and all i got was this lousy song written about me,” “pants, meet shit,” etc.), but the music was confusing as hell – frankly, it sounded like the noisy, unschooled shit that I would play because I simply don’t know any better. That’s also why I listened to it more (easy enough to do since the record is only ten minutes long) and eventually, these spastic, blistering songs started to make sense. Sure, it sounds like a wolf fucking a cat that’s caught in a steel trap and bleeding, but that isn’t such a bad thing.
–scott (Robotic Empire)