HOMOSTUPIDS: Self-titled: LP

This emerges somewhere between the Spits and the Tyrades, and those familiar with what’s lurking beneath those rocks—the dark digestion, the cool heat, the wiggling obscured from far above—may say, “That sounds incompatible.” The Spits and the Tyrades both employ the tactic of “Music as fight,” and the Homostupids take angular, bent wires of songs, like a hand-unwound coat hanger, and then they mercilessly beat the listener about the neck, shoulders, face, and delicates. It’s a type of garage rock that comes with its own set of weapons and this record’s an unrelenting, solid mass. Bathe it in blood and score it as another target hit by the ‘Stupids.

 –todd (My Mind’s Eye)