Gearhead usedta give away split singles with the magazine. Good records, with good bands playin’ good songs. They’ve collected all ten of the things here.
While there’re songs I like better then those chosen to represent the bands, that might just clue ya into the fact I own a fuckload of Epitaph’s records.
Punk-as-shit avant noise bound to rejuvenate the chaotic creativity long bled from rock, or a whipped-off gem by musicians too whacked for their own good?
Even after every ‘zine with any taste gushed over #1 Chicken, the banshee bitches didn’t let it go to their heads and, like, learn how to play or anything.
Too punk for their own good, the Red Aunts fuckin’ rocked! Nothing is sacred when they have mics at their mouths. They insulted everything and everyone.
With 14 songs in 23 minutes, it’s pointless to do a song by song, and the distort-o-rama kinda runs together into one glorious ass-ripping grrr blur anyway.