For some reason, Buffalo’s proving to be one of the epicenters of disintegration for hard working, no luck punk bands. The Trailerpark Tornados sound like if Motorhead’s Lemmy Kilmeister and two of his clones were thrown out of a van and run over by a bus then forced to go through an entire set before receiving any medical attention. It’s bloody, bruised, pained rock, void of catchy choruses, one hell of a roughed up recording, and full of “life fucking sucks”-isms. The outsider’s outsiders. Hey, it’s loads better than a bunch of rock star pricks whose songs are as interesting as reading the ingredients in hair gel, that’s for damn sure.
–todd (Big Neck)