One of the best parts about reviewing music is that I constantly have to reevaluate my approach to music and my taste overall. For example, I took one look at this tape and figured it was junk. It looks like the self-consciously quirky sort of shit that really gets on my nerves. But it’s my job to look beyond the packaging, and I’m glad I did. This is a joyous musical dumpster dive that yields all sorts of treasures. Trashy disco beats. Warped keyboard parts. Throwaway vocals. Rotten banana peel guitar solos. Layers and layers of wonderful musical refuse from one dude’s stinky bedroom.
–mp (Muckman, muckmanrecords.bandcamp.com)