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Thought youd missed out on the chance to scoop up one of the best punk albums of 2017? Luckily for you, heres another opportunity – the debut album from Dallas own Slimy Member is back in print. That first pressing evaporated from stores almost as soon as it was released by Drunken Sailor, and now here it is, just in time for Xmas. So happy fucking holidays, and maybe dont sleep on it this time, cheez.
You know the sound already; a meaner-than-thou blast of ominous power chords and lowdown menace with nods to Rudimentary Peni (obviously), Die Kreuzen and the seething rush of early Saccharine Trust. That title, meanwhile, recalls The Cramps while there are even hints of the Misfits and their horror punk brethren – not least in Cesar Perezs compelling growl, which alternates between a cathartic croon and conjuring images of someone gargling broken glass in an echo chamber. Either way, it sounds fucking great.
With an endless stream of punk bands throwing back to the 1980s and somehow getting it very wrong indeed, youd be forgiven for reading this dumbass precis and thinking, So fucking what? But trust me: this record more than holds its own with the bands it draws influence from. Its a howl from the gutter set to music that makes you want to pile up your belongings and set fire to them while bricking the windows of your local Conservative Club. Alternatively, its WAY existential and it fucking slays. Am I swearing too much? I cant fucking help it. I fucking love this record. Dont let yourself miss out for a second time.
Will Fitzpatrick
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