LOT LIZARD: Self-titled: LP

As I type this, we’re deep in the throes of winter (which means it’s a bone-chilling fifty-four degrees here in East Los Angeles) and this serves as the perfect soundtrack for the time of year. Dark, icy, moody stuff resting comfortably within the death rock pigeonhole of post-punk’s wide arms—minimal, tribal, gloomy, dynamic, and rife with dissonant guitar, loping bass lines, and a singer who sounds like he’s trying to enunciate through a mouthful of marbles while stoned on ludes. Perfection. –Jimmy Alvarado (Total Drag)