GIZMO
Smell My Cheese (demo)
self-released

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If you haven’t got the perception to realise by this grubby crotch lice of a CD’s title that these chaps don’t pussyfoot around then you need to make a pilgrimage to the land of emo poncification and there listen to your records being turned into plectrums. Like their gremlin namesake these are mischievous snotty little grotbags that’d find great delight in feeding your pet pooch cheesecake, of some sort, then waiting for the poor wretch to vomit over your girlfriend. At your wedding. After they’d pulled the old Dead Boys trick and wanked in the sandwiches. On the plate they’re now offering to your dear relatives. Get the picture? Unpleasant...fantastically so like when you thought it was cool to drink Special Brew on the school playing field then set fire to bins and you grow up to find that Anal Cunt make you fall about laughing and you remember why you always loved The Macc Lads so much. As such it comes across as the idiot savant younger brothers of Gaye Bykers On Acid on aerosols. Recorded in a savage fit while trying to escape from a waste disposal machine on equipment smeared in mucus left by a radioactive green giant with a jolly big nose by kids who copied Van Gogh in a drunken gamble after breaking into a laboratory, stealing ethanol and realising they have a taste for dismemberment. 

Lead track ‘Smell My Cheese’ and closer ‘HorseFucker’ are solvent abusing slob punk hardcore thrash that’d make Lemmy start eating greens; ‘Subject Of Death’ and ‘Oi’ temper things with toe-stubbing ska between lung collapsing metallic ko assaults that’d’ve subdued Stalingrad in seconds if the Nazi’s had invented nasty skapunkmetal along with the blitzkrieg.

Like a particularly rancid sock that’s been infesting an old second-hand para boot for weeks that you can’t resist a disbelieving sneaky sniff of you’ll keep returning back to this as, unlike too much hardcore prankster punk Gizmo seem to have enough talent to light a fair few farts not to leave ‘em straining in the trenches.
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-Stu Gibson