Pest Control
Bobby's Boots
(Dirty Trash Fuck'n Show!!! Records)
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A scant one hundred, Japan-engineered 7" vinyl units lurk. Tracks were reportedly put to tape some two years ago, but only recently has the rabid rapidity (rapid rabidity?) of Eastern-land Psychos been unleashed. "Dedicated to all the combatants of Ukrabilly Crew and beyond."
Recommended: "Bobby's Boots," "Big Kebob Stomp," "Knife in My Pocket"
Videos: "Bobby's Boots" "Knife in My Pocket" (live at Ukrabilly Bang #16)
The Troubled
Fever Dream
(Self-issued)
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That we're even able to hear these PsychoPunk snarls proves "a guitar is more important than a machine gun," as Alex Harvey once insisted. For several years, this neck-vein-bulging Kyiv group's members intermittently paused recording the presented hyper-velocitous bursts, having found studio efforts stymied by warfare, blackouts, and personnel disruption. Fortunately, they told challenges to go fuck themselves. ("Nothing ever gonna bring us down!") And that's cause for helter-skelter jubilation. Because the product they ultimately wrought is furiousness in song forms, likely to leap up and axe-handle denne svitlo out of anyone who looks at it funny.
Recommended: "Stargazer," "Hated," "We Stand," "This Summer," "Я ropю," "Stilletos"
Video: "Hated" "This Summer" "Stilletos"
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Screamin' Meemies
The Trap
(Self-issued)
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Shrewd production by chief Brain Rene De La Muerte allows every plugged-in deviser to be heard unto the extreme. And for his part, Marcel Bontempi fashioned startling cover art that, were it a movie house poster, would ensure swarming streams of bloodshot-eyed ticket-seizers.
Chord-swiped spectacles arisen are so dark, their poetry so lurid, one imagines Maila Nurmi getting up on the wrong side of the slab and seizing a quill. "Don't Tell Me No Lies," "All That She Wants," and "Motherfucker" stampede crazily into that bad night, busting clean through any impediments at ultra-volumes and without regard for anyone or anything.
Instrumental "Haunted Mountain" veers from bubbling electronics to gleeful brutality, six-string savagery and beats of locked-in purposefulness ushering listeners through what undead surely sounds like.
A Bandcamp advisory notes that conclusive slice "Something is Wrong" "officially closes this chapter and opens the door to what comes next." The song portends ebony desolation to which monsters will surely ransack labs' Strickfaden apparatuses and tear up moonshadowed countrysides.
The lid now closes. But know that it will again crack.
Recommended: "The Trap," "Drivin' Me Crazy," "Don't Tell Me No Lies," "Haunted Mountain," "All That She Wants," "Motherfucker," "Something is Wrong"
Videos: "All That She Wants" "Motherfucker" "Something is Wrong"
The Troubled
"Hated" single
(Self-issued)
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Brace for bedlam: There comes a point where those beset by sustained abuse lose humanity's more pleasant aspects, and lash brutally against pretty much everyone and everything. (Such instinct also being inherent in our mortal condition.) "We're hated, and we don't give a fuck!" bellows the gutter-blast vocalist heading this snarled, Kyev-birthed Punk/Psychobilly smash-clap.
