Twelve Spits classics recorded live at various locales, all featuring the band’s archetypical sound: Drums reminiscent of a machine gun high on cough syrup, accompanied by a persistent harangue of corrupted but highly linear buzz and fuzz and voltage, plus vocals that sound like a dim robot singing bad opera. The compressed acoustics of the live environment suit the band’s sound to a T (whatever exactly that means); i would go so far as to say that this type of recording is such a good fit that this might actually be the quintessential Spits album, if such a thing reasonably exists. Fuck you, monarchy! BEST SONG: “Nuclear Bomb” BEST SONG TITLE: “Spit Me Out” FANTASTIC AMAZING TRIVIA FACT: This is the only Spits album i can think of that isn’t named “The Spits.”
–norb (P. Trash)