OSCARS, THE: Blow Yourself Up: CDEP

The Oscars remind me of the Spits, minus the keyboards, and in the waaay, waaay back of the room, an odd, early Sonic Youth guitar. Fungus-y punk rock that takes the duct tape off the Ramones’ shoes and uses it as a plug for the holes in their blowup dolls. The Oscars are so patently bad for so many reasons, it has to be intentional, and they’re actually pretty fuckin’ good. Almost no-fi, but worth keeping an ear out for.

–todd ([email protected])