This looks like the byproduct of cocaine and resentment. The cover is what I assume to be a pic of the band in a “shocking” pose (read: nude). Accompanying the cassette was a manifesto against Burger Records for something like gentrifying garage rock or some such nonsense. To that, all I can say is that that act is like suburban moms trying to censor some sitcom. Don’t like it? Don’t pay any mind to it. It’s not like you are combating Nazis or committing some other noble act. Anyhow, that tomfoolery aside, the music itself was forgettable—though somewhat enjoyable—noisy, garage-tinged, weird punk that was probably thrown together over the course of two days. I have no idea if this is tongue in cheek or what. What I do know is that it doesn’t merit much attention either way.
–Vincent (Self-released, [email protected])