It’s ironic that DC, the most uptight, bureaucratic city in the country, produces punk that is so conversant with dance music. DC bands are known for chewing up reggae, new wave, and go-go, and spitting them out with chips of tooth. Brooklyn’s Family Curse take that sound and crank up the dental problems until it’s all saw-sharp grooves, snarls, and disco ball shards. File alongside Monorchid, Q And Not U, and Shellac. It’s like they hear the party from outside, and it just makes them angrier.
–CT Terry (Doormat)