Some crazy dissonant, distorted punk rock here from Madison, kind of like if Sonic Youth were a garage band, but way cooler than that might sound. It’s just some awesome, heavy, off-kilter, fuzzy rock’n’roll that won’t be content in classifications like post-hardcore or gunk rock. Climbing walls of distorted buzzsaw guitars, the lead singer gives it all: his sweaty, midsummer desperation vocals are tense and high, almost always bursting into a strangled shout. If you get one freaked-out, oddball punk cassette this year, this is the one.
–Craven (Kitschy Manitou, [email protected])