Maybe it’s the expectations that killed this before
I even turned it on. Here, according to tape cover and title, I thought I would
be getting some fake soundtrack to a fake Italian horror movie or something,
along the lines of, say, Goblin or Tangerine Dream, or maybe Umberto – at least
S U R V I V E! But no – the rockabilly guitar twangs introducing “Great Mutant”
spoke toward a more raucous, rambunctious, unruly reality, one that, sure,
hewed much closer to the “Nasty Ass Rock & Roll from Louisville, KY,” as
emblazoned on the Kids Born Wrong’s Bandcamp page. I wasn’t going to be spooked
– I was going to be pummeled.
Which isn’t always a bad thing.
And Kids Born Wrong do it quite well – nasty-ass
R&R indeed, this punk firebomb is a lit fuse in the face of authority,
wrapping DIY techniques with southern grit and sweaty gristle. And honestly, it
sounds like a bunch of sweaty gristle got together and made this tape. Again,
not a bad thing.