Using electronic percussion, sheet metal, and pop culture destruction, Jim Thirwell produced an album as humorous as it was self-destructively nihilistic.
Midway through the set, I realized that I was enjoying them. By the time they took off, the music had turned noisy and intense, and hate had turned to love.
Foetus albums have always been better when they’ve had space to develop; this EP is no exception. Good as these songs are, the full-length Gash is better.