Maybe I’m just a masochist, but UFO Rot is my favorite album of 2015 so far; listening to it is like being held hostage on a rusty, derailed train steered by a demon conductor chugging straight toward Platform Hell. A loathsome trio of sonic tormentors, Tropical Trash is bent on fucking up your day: monotonic yowls pepper syncopated sandpaper riffs and brash bass, conjuring up traces of Cows, Tweez-era Slint, or David Yow on a hot tin roof. Each song flows perfectly into the next and is more brutal than the last, and when you come to after hemorrhaging out of your ears for thirty-four minutes straight, you find yourself caked in blood and left for dead in a landfill. Take me to your leader, Tropical Trash. –Simone Carter 

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