I’m no expert on thrashy post-punk noise, but there’s lots of (tinny) percussion, horns blatting, and vocal warble/howl on this Austin band’s third outing.
Chock full of childish radio rock, aimless shoegazer, and laugh-out-loud amateur lyrics, Thriller is a posturing shell with absolutely nothing in its belly.
Thriller removes the assembly-line slickness and cloying corn that have worn this most American of musics down to a palatable gruel. Modest, sincere, poetic.