First of all, this is the best EP title I’ve seen in maybe a decade. The second EP (after 2015’s szhjejg inning) from some of Austin’s finest heavy sludge punks, this record is the aural equivalent of that internet video from years ago where the fake baby is left in a stroller on a city street and when somebody comes up to check on it, it flings up and has an evil laugh and devil eyes. Constantly surprising yet somehow grounded, Oozer manages to bring together doom and precision, exuding some truly dark, gloomy riffs with super tight turnarounds that perfectly create the label “pop sludge” in its own image. From song titles like “French Fries” and “Putrid Person” to production credits like “Steel Balbini—production extraordinaire and #1 dave matthews fan,” these folks are messing with you (and themselves) because they love you and want you to have a good time. And it’s working. –Theresa W. (Self-released, oooozer.bandcamp.com)