THE PHENOMS
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The Phenoms, you say? Well, playing fast, trashy belch n’ roll doesn’t really count as a ‘phenomenon’ in the same way as say, crop circles or the Spice Girls do, but let’s give it to ‘em anyway, since it rolls off the tongue nicely, just like a well-timed insult, or a drunken come-on. These Chicago-based bruisers play the same kinda punk-fueled, gasoline guzzlin’, teenage flophouse garage rawk as fellow Chi-town panty raiders the Powerknobs, only without the 60’s medallion-rock hangover, and with a whole fatty liver’s worth of angry, backed-up bile. The geetars are on such a pussy posse overdrive that you’d figure the whole album to be a fast, fucked, and furious ode to their dicks, but on closer inspection (i.e. I looked at the lyrics in the booklet), songs like “Cross Section”, “Part of the Deal”, and “Sure to Come” are all pretty serious and kinda bummed-out, thematically speaking. Luckily, they all sound like a big wet dog ruining the furniture, so who’s gonna notice? If you dig say, the Misfits AND the Sonics, and don’t mind the occasional hand-wringing sob-session, then check these flailers out. ________________________________________________________

-Sleazegrinder