DUMPIES, THE: Billie Jean King: CS

Mar 20, 2018

Snotty, obnoxious punk rock that forced me to look on the internet to find out the title. That’s how you know it’s cool. I was ready to file this away as standard-issue trashy garage rock from the first few seconds of skuzzy-sounding guitar noise, but there’s a little more to it than that. The Dumpies carry themselves with the same gleeful party punk attitude as early Pangea, delivering lines like “My guts are falling out/ My head is falling out” with barely-on-key gusto. The more melodic songs are like a jankier version of that jangly kind of pop punk The Marked Men do. Then there’s the weird post-punk dissonance of “Cryptoparty,” not to mention “Naugahyde,” the shrieking sonic trainwreck of a closer. More than half of the songs clock in under a minute, so all you can really do is try to keep up. –Indiana Laub (Hovercraft, [email protected], hovercraftpdx.com, thedumpies.bandcamp.com)

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