THE TUBESTEAKS Raw and Sloppy Self-released ________________________________________________________
These dudes actually sent me a cassette. A cassette!
That seems ridiculous until you actually listen to this. Then it’s still
ridiculous, but fitting, as the Steaks bash out some of the most primitive
retard punk since the heyday of retard punk, when bedroom ‘bands’ like
this released home-made…well, cassettes, all the time. It’s kinda hard to get a
handle on what the Tubesteaks are after here, because the drums sound like
dull darts bouncing off balloons on the midway, and the guitarist is
obviously in another room altogether, fitfully jamming to a Circle Jerks
record, and the singer is on the couch, covered in cheese doodle dust,
going “Wish I was an android/ Fuck You!” because, really, what ELSE are
you gonna say in a circumstance like this? So it's a goof, I think.
Midwest kicks. It goes on for awhile,
descending ever further into a rancid rabbit hole of GG Allin-isms, most
of ‘em starting with “You’re a fuckin’ slut” and ending with the expected
“Fuck you”. Umm, ok. I made it through 7 minutes’ worth, which I guarantee
is longer than any of their moms or girlfriends did.
These dudes actually sent me a cassette. A cassette!
That seems ridiculous until you actually listen to this. Then it’s still
ridiculous, but fitting, as the Steaks bash out some of the most primitive
retard punk since the heyday of retard punk, when bedroom ‘bands’ like
this released home-made…well, cassettes, all the time. It’s kinda hard to get a
handle on what the Tubesteaks are after here, because the drums sound like
dull darts bouncing off balloons on the midway, and the guitarist is
obviously in another room altogether, fitfully jamming to a Circle Jerks
record, and the singer is on the couch, covered in cheese doodle dust,
going “Wish I was an android/ Fuck You!” because, really, what ELSE are
you gonna say in a circumstance like this? So it's a goof, I think.
Midwest kicks. It goes on for awhile,
descending ever further into a rancid rabbit hole of GG Allin-isms, most
of ‘em starting with “You’re a fuckin’ slut” and ending with the expected
“Fuck you”. Umm, ok. I made it through 7 minutes’ worth, which I guarantee
is longer than any of their moms or girlfriends did.