HEWHOCORRUPTS The Smell of Money Eugenics ________________________________________________________
Hewhocorrupts
is
a grindcore band comprised of high-stakes stock brokers from Chicago. I
might have that wrong, actually, but it doesn’t make a difference if
they’re suit monkey capitalists or sweatpants boner porn-nerds, because
all grindcore bands sound the same, like a cement mixer falling off a
cliff with the guitarist from Napalm Death stuck inside. At least this one
is clever, as evidenced by the sharp robo-fascist cover, which makes the
best use of those generic blank digipaks I’ve seen so far, plus the
Smell-o-vision gag - it’s not just CALLED “The Smell of Money”, it
actually smells like money! Of course, you will have to know what money
smells like. I’ve personally never had any long enough to soak up the
scent. Also, they want you to send them three dollars for the thanks list,
which is pretty funny. And there’s a video. All of this adds up to plenty
of laughs and bangs for your bucks, if you don’t mind music that sounds
like a Xerox machine having a nervous breakdown. And something tells me
you don’t.
Hewhocorrupts
is
a grindcore band comprised of high-stakes stock brokers from Chicago. I
might have that wrong, actually, but it doesn’t make a difference if
they’re suit monkey capitalists or sweatpants boner porn-nerds, because
all grindcore bands sound the same, like a cement mixer falling off a
cliff with the guitarist from Napalm Death stuck inside. At least this one
is clever, as evidenced by the sharp robo-fascist cover, which makes the
best use of those generic blank digipaks I’ve seen so far, plus the
Smell-o-vision gag - it’s not just CALLED “The Smell of Money”, it
actually smells like money! Of course, you will have to know what money
smells like. I’ve personally never had any long enough to soak up the
scent. Also, they want you to send them three dollars for the thanks list,
which is pretty funny. And there’s a video. All of this adds up to plenty
of laughs and bangs for your bucks, if you don’t mind music that sounds
like a Xerox machine having a nervous breakdown. And something tells me
you don’t.