The flaming princes of queercore are back! Jon Ginoli has taken singing lessons, or has been smoking a lot. I love this music, and I’m not ashamed of it.
Part Urban Dance Squad, part War, part Chili Peppers, Billy Goat enters the “live rap” arena and emerges, if not victorious, at least mostly unscathed.
They’re loud, ugly, and they’re not taking shit from anyone. They’d stomp on your mother’s face just for a laugh. If you pick this up, don’t forget to duck.
New Bomb Turks are everything they’re cracked up to be. Pissing Out The Poison compiles singles, many of which are hard to find, demos, and unreleased tracks.
Feedback creates notes to be linked together into a semblance of melody. Sound waves roll and respond, communicate and coalesce, and the result is Desolate.