Garage punk, art punk, noise rock…call it what you will, but Tractor Sex Fatality have got the musical equivalent to violent dry heaving down cold (and sweaty). If you had’ve forced me to listen to this interminable ear rape of a band a few years ago I likely would’ve kicked you in the balls, but I suppose I’m a little wiser – or have fewer brain cells – because now I know that when it comes to playing an instrument, there are rare instances when it’s not so much about how you use them as it is about how you abuse them. And TSF abuse the hell out of everything on Peel and Eat, from cymbals and strings to form and function. And themselves too, I imagine, considering the whole thing sounds like it was recorded by a gang of naked, bleeding, writhing, David Yow-worshipping troglodytes with plastic bags over their heads. I’d compare them to The Boredoms or somebody like that, but I don’t listen to The Boredoms, man. Same goes for Jesus Lizard and Black Flag too. I mean, I’m all for deconstruction and mayhem and sheer panic, but there’s only so much dry heaving I can take before my insides spill out into the toilet. I only hope you’ve got a stronger stomach for this sort of thing.
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-Jeff Warren