TRAILER PARK TORNADOS Mata Al
Contacto Big Neck ________________________________________________________
You don’t need me to tell you what a band from Buffalo
called Trailer Park Tornados are gonna sound like, man. They sound like
greasy pork sandwiches in a dirty ashtray, just like you thought. If
that’s your bag of bones, wow, are you gonna be soaking in it with this
20-minute hellride. Personally, I find the songs of the Trailer Park
Tornados to be a little unrealistic, particularly opener “Do the Dahmer”.
Really, is anyone, ever, gonna DO the “Dahmer”? No. Serial killer
enthusiasts do not dance, except maybe for Smutstrutter, and that’s go go
dancing, which hardly counts. Also, I’m sure they don’t really mean it
when they close the rekkid with “Kill Me Now”, either. But that’s what
trailer living in upstate New York will do to you man, twist you all up
and make you scream about knifin’ folks over sleazy, psychotic fuzz-punk.
“Mata Al Contacto” covers exactly no new ground, but it sure makes a loud,
crazy, muddy mess o’ the hole it’s dug itself.
You don’t need me to tell you what a band from Buffalo
called Trailer Park Tornados are gonna sound like, man. They sound like
greasy pork sandwiches in a dirty ashtray, just like you thought. If
that’s your bag of bones, wow, are you gonna be soaking in it with this
20-minute hellride. Personally, I find the songs of the Trailer Park
Tornados to be a little unrealistic, particularly opener “Do the Dahmer”.
Really, is anyone, ever, gonna DO the “Dahmer”? No. Serial killer
enthusiasts do not dance, except maybe for Smutstrutter, and that’s go go
dancing, which hardly counts. Also, I’m sure they don’t really mean it
when they close the rekkid with “Kill Me Now”, either. But that’s what
trailer living in upstate New York will do to you man, twist you all up
and make you scream about knifin’ folks over sleazy, psychotic fuzz-punk.
“Mata Al Contacto” covers exactly no new ground, but it sure makes a loud,
crazy, muddy mess o’ the hole it’s dug itself.