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DRUNKEN 106LP
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Third LP from Freak Genes. Cleverly deranged punk music for freaks, made by freaks. Whether it's in their genes or acquired from years of dysfunctional ideas gone awry playing in bands, this album is a synth in your face. For their third LP, Freak Genes have unearthed 12 more sort-of-pop sort-of-not songs for your ears to enjoy. Making use of a synthesizer found in a skip and a guitar that won't stay in tune, III is garage rock meets Gary Numan. There are some hit tracks, weird stuff, and almost intentional accidents. If you like making functional use of dysfunctional ideas, this is for you -- and if you love Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, The Units, Lodger-era Bowie (1979), 154-style Wire (1979), or The Flying Lizards, then so much the better.
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DRUNKEN 105EP
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The Cool Garden is piss-funny. "Landlords" is a searing take on the perils of renting that devolves into Kafka-esque levels of preposterousness while also remaining frighteningly recognizable. It goes from personalized number plates to chimpanzee-staffed call centers in just under three minutes, sounding like the The Desperate Bicycles trying to rip off Hex Enduction Hour (1982). "4Chan" is a diary entry of sorts for a regular poster on the Internet's most infamous troll caves. Two unsympathetic guitar chords crash rudely into each other ad infinitum. An addictively excellent slice of horribly nervy pop music.
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DRUNKEN 101EP
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Ain'cha just sick of being promised a horrible, gnarly noise and getting a whole load of polished, whiny pop-rock instead? Fear not, there are no such concerns with Urochromes. These guys know their Touch & Go from their SST; their Scratch Acid from their Flipper; their mutilated guitar rifferama from their serrated musical bludgeoning. The Beat Sessions crams the sounds of your favorite, pig-fuck bands into a winningly ostentatious collision of pre-programmed drums and manic rawkundrol lunacy.
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DRUNKEN 100LP
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C.H.E.W. (from Chicago, Illinois) are the realest of deals. Feeding Frenzy, their debut, starts with a flurry of drums and goes straight into aggro-heavy, straight-to-the-point hardcore. It gets the adrenaline flowing so fast one can practically see it burst out of one's chest and march on over to the front of the show to get a circle pit going. Most punk packs a punch; this simply pulverizes, in the best possible way. Four anarcho kids with righteous ideals, C.H.E.W. are here to make one sit up and take notice. Well, what else can one do when the blitzkrieg rains forth as powerfully and scintillatingly as this? The album barely lets up for a second; even when they slow down for a spacious creepy-crawl just before the midway point, one can feel the tension ratcheting up another notch or 12, just to keep the anticipation high for the rush of hi-velocity chaos that's surely about to hit home. Feeding Frenzy is just under 31 minutes of noise that'll leave you floored and totally swept up in adoration.
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DRUNKEN 099EP
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Formed the very day Melbourne-hailing singer Christina Pap arrived in Cleveland, Ohio, they're a pointed blast of too-busy-to-give-a-fuck rawness and vital urgency. Punk rock doing what punk rock does best, basically: getting to the point with noise and purpose, leaving your dazed but exhilarated ears to pick up the pieces afterwards. Their I Like Your Band 7" is a testament to that -- never less than scintillating, at least partially thanks to garage-soaked riffs that are never less than heroically, bottom-shakingly addictive.
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