More clown than rock’n’roll animal; abuse of the audience and himself was his schtick, like a Gwar show, but with real blood, piss, shit, and a lotta laughs.
Great melodic punk with a singer who has a smooth delivery and distinct vibrato somehow evoking Jello Biafra and Roy Orbison while being unique unto itself.
Well-constructed, well-arranged rock songs driven by huge, fuzzed-out, ridiculously downtuned guitar riffs and a pummeling rhythm section. And cowbell.
A good grunge rock band that should’ve hit the big time like the other Seattlers. A collection of the band’s old unreleased/rare material with four new songs.
Thirty-plus songs pounded out in fifteen minutes kick the shit outta Anal Cunt’s silliness, but fall short of the mindless brilliance of early Gang Green.
The zany, power pop world of Simon and Milo, two Canadian characters prowlin’ the world for love. If this disc were a tape, I’d have worn it bald long ago.
Dreamy Brit-pop/atmosphere in bed with traditional emo. Soothing tempos filled with emo guitar stylings, but salvaged from Bland City with written vocal lines.