The guitars make a collage of painterly abstract art, and the drums are an eraser following close behind, smudging everything into new and less coherent forms.
41 tracks of old-time hardcore: Grinding guitar riffs, drums and bass struggling to keep the rhythm going, and a singer growling out paeans of negativity.
I expected Satan surf punk. This is way crisper and sunfried. Desert rock, bad-ass rockabilly, or surfbilly-with-twisted-humor on a swaggering drunk binge?
A self-reviewing CD. On “Constant Persistence of Annoyance,” my feelings are echoed beautifully in the opening soundbite. “I’m impatient with stupidity.”
Furnace is sinister, menacing, and not afraid to grab your neck and hurl you through a window of perception in hopes that you’ll cut your line of sight.
Dogmatics were like a more laid-back Doggy Style, with an obvious, albeit slowed-down Ramones’ influence. It’s difficult to believe they spawned Smackmelon.