Can’t Keep It Down (Junk)
by Jon Sarre
Rock’n’Roll and bad taste go together like puking and blacking out, and let’s just say Austin, TX’s Bulemics got both in spades. Young, loud, and snotty as they wanna be, they spit up and bleed all over their songs: this is dirty ass punk as real and rough as singer Gerry Atric’s raw vocal chords and Gabe Barber’s spun out Fender torturing. If ya can’t appreciate that, why are you reading this in the first place?