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Jan 16, 2019

DIMESACK Says God Says Fuck You LP

With an album title likely copped from the Electric Eels and a pissed off & stoned attitude that makes a t-shirt design like Pantera's fist and pot leaf motif seem like it is instead covered with fluffy bunnies, I'm pretty sure I would want to be standing too close to creepy rubber masked man Mr. Sack when his temper starts to flare.


Though he's only assisted by a drummer, it often sounds like a group of cavemen here, hell-bent on bloodshed and constantly thirsty for the taste of gasoline. Beats hammer the deep into the cranium with stealthy psychic pneumatics while guitar strings turn to razorwire, flaying flesh and tangling up intestines.

The very fine line between the differences of the bad spirits that infest the souls of frazzled blues-punk devils and those of highly satanic metalists becomes even more blurred. This record is like a clock sticking midnight and then the two signed a most malevolent of pacts. Many gawked it from a distance. They did not live to see the morning.
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Feb 18, 2018

FATAL FIGURES You Are Monster LP


Former Blowtops Aaron and Tracy make up two parts of this trio. The garage punk/deep goth thing they had in that former life carries over here. It's even gorier than before.

Not simply because the vinyl is blood red and Rob Fletcher did a bad ass job on drawing guts and entrails for the cover either. Seriously, "Hand Of God" starts things off like the Birthday Party and TAD blacking out and then go off on a bathtub manufactured amphetamine enhanced kill spree.



There's a huge creepy small town terror thing that runs throughout the record. "Human Skin Lanterns" is the music that plays in a hearse which roams the back farm roads late at night, looking for lights on and movement because such things equal fresh blood.

There's also a weird dirt road vibe on "Skin Split." With its blood-curdling howl and a brain clobbering Hound Dog Taylor burning in hell boogie riff, it is one that's akin to being invited to a party that's down at the end of a dark path only to arrive and find out the bash's entertainment revolves around chainsaws, meathooks, a gurgling cauldron and an acidic swamp.



One of the important things about doing Gore-Punk, to me at least, is that the band makes nods subtle or obvious to the originators of the past of such sounds. For the later, Fatal Figures obviously have the Cramps running through their bloodstream and muscle tissues. With the former, I detect bits of Alice Cooper in the way they mangle 70's rock action on tracks like "Plastic Slivers"


For anyone that is planning on having a haunted house this coming October, don't fall back on the ol' reliable screams and creepiness of that Disney sound effects record. Play this instead and ensure that little kids will have nightmares for at least a few days longer and maybe even disturb a few of the for life.
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Jan 25, 2017

MANATEEES Superman Dam Fool LP

     It has not been confirmed that Memphis Tn.'s Manateees bathe in Sasquatch's blood. Nor is their substantiated that they brush their teeth with gasoline either. None the less, both stories are quite believable.
     One huge glop of bare-bones punk rock wallop and equal parts cement mixer rattle, unadulterated detestation and a sense of humor that's as dark as some slimy stuff found at the bottom of a very polluted river, the 'Teees big cheese Abe (he of bands such as the Oscars, True Sounds of Thunder and Lover!) with the assistance Keith on bass and Charms of Nots fame on the skins for these recordings, knocked out enough songs in the first few years of the band's existence to have 5 different 7inches come out on 5 different labels.
     Superman Dam Fool, which is named after some graffiti that was scrawled on a brick wall on Poplar Avenue in Memphis, comps those early records up into one tidy LP collection. Tidy only in the fact only that instead of having to dig out those different slabs to get the fix, they're all together on one piece. Aside from that, and a little fixing in the mastering department to keep the aural detonations at a constant eardrum scouring level, it's about things like summonings demonic beasts, taking matters into their own hands while possibly dealing with delirium tremens and hitting the nail on the head on what goes through our feline friends brains when they're awake. It's slimy and it's sludgy. It gets a thrill from creating a maelstrom and watching the aftermath it caused.
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