Ahhh yes, but ven dus dis arrt becum self-serving obnoxious gaff? Most certainly when these twits are about the prognosis ain’t beckoning bright. I mean—saxophone? I though they outlawed dem tings. They oughta outlaw this grunt…
This is the third weird-ass art-damaged band I’ve reviewed lately, but I find them to be more hard-edged and unique (and less self-indulgent) than the others. They remind me at times of the CRUCIFUCKS, SWELL MAPS, SACCHARINE TRUST, etc., as they utilize many types of instruments, tempo changes, breaks, moods, and styles (including jazz and rock ’n’ roll). There are also lots of eclectic lyrics that parody soldiers, heads of state, and people that think they’re cool.
