(Going Underground, 2008)
Degenerate Arizonans give us the sludgy horror of Flipper shoved through blown-out, Pissed Jeans-style speakers at screaming volumes. Incredible spazz-sludge with hilariously weird and well-written give-a-fug lyrics (“The eagle is a bird of bad moral character”??? “Two faggots one cunt”????), these guys are obviously smarter and dirtier and funnier than most amped noizerock doodz, especially on the trebly mess/blur of a B-side. The entire single is tense, ridiculous, and fun; I’d love to see ’em live and you’d love to buy their record. YES YOU WOULD.
Say, before you leave this review for your exciting life of work and marijuana, let me ask you: do you like observational humor? Because I sure do! So check this out: Why can’t people on the internet spell “definitely” correctly? Really! What’s the score there? Is idiocy so rampant? Come on, dumbasses; get it right some day soon on the spelling front and I’ll give you a patronizing pat on your misshapen noggin! You’re so cute! …Or could be.