That moment when you say “This sounds like something Steve Albini’d have a hand in,” and you check the band’s website and say “Well, that explains it. He recorded it himself.”
Speak/sung vocals howled with reckless abandon, loosey-goosey cowpunk and post-punk (compost punk?) drums & driving distorted bass lines jerk ya around, crisp, raw guitars jab from all angles; these Canadians have everything you like about the Jesus Lizard, and they recommend you download their album, gratis, if you don’t pick up the physical media (which comes with all the lyrics, btw).
-- Jacob An Kittenplan