Dirty
Work- self-titled 7” review
The snottiest, glue-huffing-est,
most depraved set of dirty fucking hardcore punk to the Midwest wastelands in a
while. Like a teenage girl with a deep
voice throwing a temper tantrum, the singer is nigh-incoherent, yet the energy
offers radiation like no other band of its kind. The music is low-fi, dirty (much like their
name), confused, but still intense and as direct as it can be for its
genre. The lyrics are as illegible as
the thoughts the singer spews out of his mouth are indiscernible, so it’s
difficult to understand what he’s saying.
The underlying attribute of this record is confusion. It sounds a little bit like Cülo, a little like Hated
Youth, and a little like Nervous Breakdown-era Black Flag, perhaps a little
more desperate and direct. The artwork
is a league of miniature people crawling out of the mouth of a baby; very
fucking weird and unclear as can be, but still confused and direct in whatever
it might be conveying. The line that
sticks in my mind off this record is ‘It’s not worth it’, off the closing track
“Dirty Air”. Though it could have been
far better placed in the song “Gun In My Mouth”, it’s a poignant point
nonetheless. Sometimes, it just isn’t-
however, this record absolutely IS. KCHC
on fucking top!
-Aunty Social
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