I saw one of their recent videos and was intrigued somehow. Something about their aggressive disinterest and halfhearted hookiness got my attention - this is one of their older albums though.
It's kind of interesting as art: it's sludgy, banally unpleasant, shouty hardcore punk, with a matching scumbag persona at the frontman position. Matt Korvette comes across 1/3 furious at the world, and 1/3 disgusted with himself, and 1/3 relishing a revel in the resulting filth. Its like a Chuck Palahniuk book, with all of the early-middle-age drudgery and self-loathing and none of the humor or wit. This mood, if nothing else, is well realized.
Unfortunately, its at the cost of making anything particularly listenable. Its all repeated thumpy drums, thrumming baselines, squalls of guitar noise, and shouty shouty shouting. That's cool they made this. It's good at being what it is. But I don't think I need to hear it again 2.5/5
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