THROWUPS, THE: Male Pale ‘N Stale: LP

The third song on this LP is called, uh, “Tuba Practice,” and that’s… exactly what it is, as far as I can tell. The band is clearly not shipwrecked on Serious Island, but there’s a ferocity here (on the non-fuck around songs, at least) that carries some true momentum. An LP’s worth of swaggering, veering, nervy garage shit, and fronted by a dedicated, convincing yowler. Took a few listens, but it’s growing on me. If the Jesus Lizard and Cleveland Bound Death Sentence wound up playing a lethal game of bloody knuckles, it might sound something like this. Not bad. –Keith Rosson (Throwups)