Finally, the idiot genius that is the ST. DAD long player is unleashed on this stupid fucking world. These vocals are the snottiest, most crazed thing put to tape in a long time. The songs are always on the brink of falling apart, like all good early punk and hardcore was. It sounds like THE CRUCIFUCKS recorded in a bedroom if the bedroom was in a cave. No poser shit here, just 4 legit weirdos that couldn't even scan their photos in for the layout correctly. The band has been broken up for a while but all 3 labels involved (Moon Machination, 16oh, and Vinyl Rites) knew it had to become part of our reality. Your welcome, world, you probably didn't ask for it. 

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