FUCKING HOTLIGHTS, THE: Self-titled: Cassette

May 08, 2013

The Fucking Hotlights are loud and abrasive, straddling a gray area somewhere in the foggy nexus between post-hardcore, crust, and anarcho punk. This could have been entirely two-dimensional, but there are these wonderful bits of spooky psychedalia in the guitar work that carry the sound past the realm of the derivative, and the wailing vocals—as if the singer’s guts are being torn out with a fork while trying hard to carry on a normal conversation—bring the whole thing together. I like it.

 –Eric Carlson (Drug Party, drugparty.org)

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