I’m gonna go ahead and assume that all of you doped up mother fuckers living in abject squalor in some dimly lit basement apartment with roaches the size of sneakers and green goo on the walls already know about UGH! because their empty cupboard fuzz n’ sludge is the precise soundtrack of your doomed existence. For those of you on the other side of the breadline, this is some fine German noise rock, a stoner’s paradise of chrome licking Jesus Lizard death dance and Bleach era Nirvana desperation. Meat Fairies is rife with the usual psyched out and furious buffoonery embraced by most torn corduroy bands, namely the lobe-mangling, vomit-inducing compositions and under-the-influence artistry on songs like “Ostrich Skullery,” “Hogfather,” and “It’s Ok to Order Chrome”, but it’s also equal parts doom and drone, the weltschmerz on “She” kicking you when you’re already down. I know you’ve probably had enough of that kind of cosmic abuse in this lifetime, but really, what’s one more tour through the sewer?
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-Jeff Warren