NOTS: We Are Nots: CD

Rough and raw punk rock that’s as art damaged as much as it is aggro. A synthesizer goes “screeeeee!” then bubbles, and chirps like birds, as a guitar clangs and churns over tumbling and teetering percussion. The singer mostly speaks instead of singing. She’s sometimes droll, matter of fact, and then sometimes animated. They remind me of the Ausmuteants, though I think both bands have been around for about the same amount of time. Where the Ausmuteants are more up, and in your face, and humorous, Nots are more direct, and a little darker. Not exactly an earth-shaking record, but not bad just the same. One that has to grow on you with repeated listens. 

 –M.Avrg (Goner,