A meticulously involved jigsaw that confuses the intellect. After having solved this jigsaw, will I be left with a keener understanding of something important?
Hillbilly Satanic Death music. Whassamatter boy, didn’t ya hear me right? I said, it’s Hogscraper. Yup. Banjo, washtub bass, drums, and the Dark Lord hisself.
If I wanted social/political commentary, I’d watch pretentious panel discussions, out-shout-your-opponent talk shows, or listen to hardcore. Guttermouth rocks.
Air-raid sirens peal, the sky goes pink(o) with lividity, and these Bolsheviks of brutality stomp out crazed Red Square dances on the steps of the Atomic Café.
Their most obvious touchstone is the chattering punk haikus of the late, great Minutemen, and the poisoned surf guitar may bring back memories of Dead Kennedys.
Sweetness frosted with fuzz ‘n’ phase, multi-guitar pileups on top of blissed-out melodies, like an analogue to My Bloody Valentine’s gold-leaf glide-pop.
Meaty lo-fi punk. Screeching, scratchy vocals; thick and onerous rhythmic bass lines; lots of heavy guitar distortion and crashing percussion punctuate Side A.