(Big Neck) Too often punk, hardcore, and even post punk is all cookie cutter shit. But this weird noises-meets-guitar freakout mess-terpiece is more like those cookies you just slop down onto the sheet and they expand, drip and gloop into whatever the fuck shape they feel like. Those always taste way better than those boring-assed tree shaped X-mas cookies. This record is red-er than Hagar could ever hope for!
Sunday, April 10, 2011
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