The compositional/functional/found-noise/skronking guitar hum and hollering/bewildered singing are intact. Everything’s sharper, tenser, and wound tighter.
Garage rock to compare to the Yeah, Yeah, Yeahs herk’n’jerk, or The Epoxies zany new wave via weirdo punk. Fuzzed-out keyboard smog populates mid-tempo grooves.
Freshkills utilize the simplistic strangled groove Gang of Four, PiL, Au Pairs, and The Pop Group stapled together in ’79 out of fucked up blues rock/funk.
The boys belly-flop into the deep mud-clogged river of America and belch out steel-shod blues shorn of beer rock, record collector ass-covering, and minutiae.
Hands down my favorite rock bio/movie. Even if you’re not a fan, this’ll tell you a ton about the record industry, rock music, punk rock, and the spirit of DIY.
The songs are slower, more textual, and less cartoonish in their execution, but definitely traceable to the core interests of Glenn Danzig’s brutish brooding.