As opposed to the cathartic DIY slop-ünd-scream of 1984’s Ever Feel Like Killing Your Boss? album—which was a fucking classic, let there be no debate—this new stuff has got a pounding, drum-heavy, almost major label feel to it. Like, I’ve never been to Lollapalooza, do they have some kind of side stage for psychotic subversives, or is that on the main stage now? Or is that Warped Tour? I can never keep these things straight. Seriously, though—in with all the vitriol about rioting and looting and fuck the cops and the this and the that, there is a full-color picture sleeve, housing a printed inner sleeve (when’s the last time you saw a 45 with a printed inner sleeve? Like, never?), housing a colored vinyl record with a full-color center label with a booming, big-money-sounding production (courtesy of Cris Kirkwood of the Meat Puppets, good work young man)—the packaging here is so opulent and my imagined per-unit cost of manufacturing this record is so high that I’m awash in a filthy sea of cognitive dissonance trying to associate this physical artifact with some manner of grassroots rebellion. I can’t wrap my head around it yet. It kinda sounds like something for the guys who play Foetus on their college radio shows to play when they’re pissed off about the government. It’s interesting but I think it needs more sandpaper. BEST SONG: Either. BEST SONG TITLE: Or. FANTASTIC AMAZING TRIVIA FACT: I met Frank Discussion’s wife in Las Vegas in 2001 and she was a very sweet person. –Rev. Nørb (Slope, sloperecords.com)