Remember how like forty years ago we wore our jeans until they were falling apart with big holes in the knees, and everybody thought that was so ridiculous, and then a few years later, lo and behold they came out with “pre-worn” jeans, which were jeans with a bunch of holes in them for people too lazy to wear out their own jeans? That’s what about half the cassettes I hear this day remind me of, it’s like they were pre-left sitting on a dashboard of a 1975 Mercury Monarch for a couple of years to appeal to the needs of a society too lazy to wear out their own cassettes (okay, to be fair, the sound quality does perk up quite a bit a few minutes in, but cassettes have always been annoying anyway. Maybe the fact that I haven’t cleaned the heads on my tape deck since the ’90s has something to do with this situation. It’s not you babe, it’s me). That said, I became somewhat mesmerized by this pelvis-twitching squall after about three songs. It’s gripping! Invigorating! And best of all, you can’t hear the trombone! The band includes former members of the Beasts Of Bourbon, Lubricated Goat, and Live Skull, so if you imagined something that sounded like the darker of the Bigtime Records acts crossed with that noisy ’80s NYC stuff, you wouldn’t be far off the mark. Please release a real album that does not involve a J-card or plastic cassette housings. Thank you. BEST SONG: “Won’t Say It to My Face.” BEST SONG TITLE: “New Kind of Animal.” FANTASTIC AMAZING TRIVIA FACT: The band is a six-piece. –Rev. Nørb (Primitive Screwhead, bigneckrecords.com)