Throat Sprockets appear to have taken their name from an erotic horror novel, and their music pays testament to such potentially odd groupings of genre. They’re self-described as experimental/pop/rock, which helps explain why I find it so difficult to describe what I’m hearing…there is no one single sound here, but a grim-yet-beautiful mix of influences. (By the way, I like it a lot, but it had to grow on me.) The record is simultaneously gorgeous, stark, luxurious, horrific, awkward, disturbing, and comic. Imagine Jeff Wagner’s Tunnel Of Love / The Tunnel meets Blatz. That analogy is way out there, perhaps, but it’s the best I can do and I’m standing by it, goddammit.
–Eric Carlson (Cat Sandwich)