PARTITION: Prodigal Gun: LP

From a musical standpoint, this sounds kinda like a cross between Exene Cervenka and Kathleen Hanna fronting Flipper—yelps from a fractured soul, hollered over part-mean, part-comforting, neo-druggy, fuzzed-out sludge. Main creative officer Taylor Nice dedicates the album to themself, explaining in the liner notes that “these songs are the blooms of pain” and that they “have not comitted (sic) suicide countless times due to wanting making this album a reality.” Furthermore, “fuck you to anyone who has deemed me a worthless junkie over the years. I acted shitty but I am still a person of value.” Listening to this record definitely feels like you walked in on some complete stranger’s therapy session, but, as such, it’s still somewhat compelling. I think the litmus test for this album’s value to anyone not named Taylor Nice would be if anyone in a similar situation could derive therapeutic value from it, or if it’s just one individual’s grand artistic statement that everyone else is supposed to shut up and absorb from a distance. I personally think this record is somewhat cool because it’s so purple, but I realize your situation might be entirely different. BEST SONG: “Shut My Mouth.” BEST SONG TITLE: “Drugstore Anthem” or “And a Bruise Can Come from Good Times Too.” FANTASTIC AMAZING TRIVIA FACT: This vinyl is seriously the purplest vinyl I’ve ever seen in my life. Don’t be surprised if they find Barney dead at the bottom of the vinyl vat. –Rev. Nørb (Mpls Ltd, mplsltd.com)