Stanley

Clobbered (Another Planet)
by Karl Geising

This is the sort of band that badly Xeroxed cut-and-paste ‘zines love to ramble on about. Their sound is too Seattle to be sludge-punk, but too Chicago to be grunge. I was all set to like them, but found that I couldn’t. So then I decided to tear them apart, to rip them a new asshole; but I found that I couldn’t do that either. Their press kit states they want to “…speak to the apathetic masses who are kept down in growing numbers by watered-down soulless mediocrity of all forms.” Kudos to their intent, but maybe they should take a good hard look at what mediocrity really is before speaking to the Great Unwashed.