MAN, THE: Self-titled: 7”EP

Take heed, label reads 45 RPM, but it’s 33 1/3. Took some fumbling to find this out, so save yourself sometime and stick with 33. With their blown-out garage punk sound, Reatards, Useless Eaters, and Tyrades come to mind. A strange comparison to a slowed-down Gag as well, which is weird, but somehow apt. Speaking of gags, they are somewhat elusive online, linking you to a fake site that propagates what exactly “the man” is, containing pseudo business jargon about synergy and bullshit like that. It’s all fine and dandy if you don’t care about actually learning anything about the band. One special tidbit I found snooping though: in Chicago they opened for the band called Death, which I thought was pretty rad. Don’t let the Man fool you. Bullshit aside, this EP is solid…when played at the right speed. 

 –Camylle Reynolds (TallPat,