There are certain masterpieces of din that, on first blush, lead the listener to legitimately question whether there is or isn’t any legitimate underlying attempt at ROWK, as we have come to understand it, beneath the squalling and chaos and the white noise and the what-not ((the first time i heard the second Guitar Wolf album comes immediately to mind))—racket on such a molecular level that it seems to transcend ((or, in some weird way, precede the creation of)) such muso rubbish as structure, notes, melody, or, heck, any type of discernably discrete sonic quanta, really. This might be such a time. Took me at least two spins to realize that they were actually playing songs under all the echo and the bashing and such, and playing them rather rapidly ((as far as i can tell)). Further excavations have led me down the path of suspecting that this might sound like NoMeansNo minus the funk crossed with the first Meat Puppets ep played underneath a sea of semisolid Cramps echo with a little red square badge of the Urinals’ third single while trying to recreate “Land Speed Record” in an empty swimming pool, but, ultimately, i’m not really sure. There are words on the lyric insert and slight fluctuations in the echo that lead me to believe they may be singing them at various points, but, again, i’m not really sure. Unfortunately, none of this record’s alleged four songs have really grabbed me ((yet)), but the band’s spunk must surely be unquestioned. BEST SONG: uHHhhh… BEST SONG TITLE: “NBA Jam.” QUALITY OF 3D EFFECTS: Not bad.
–norb (Girls Of Porn)