Blazing C20 of spazzy bass/drums prog-punk from this Pacific Northwest duo. The riffs range from tentacled NoMeansNo fretwork freak-outs to half-time metal breakdowns to little league Lightning Bolt blur frenzies. It’s all over the place, but it’s 95% instrumental, except for some scattered lo-fi puke-screaming buried in the background. The music would probably feel a lot heavier if the snare drum wasn’t so ridiculously tight…the sticks hitting it sounds like amplified popcorn popping. Which is sort of how Brian Chippendale’s kit sounds too. Or 311’s. Somewhere between the two. Tape comes in an awesome thick box covered with photocopied graffiti.
