When Company Fuck warns that
“[n]obody is safe from the CxFx treatment,” he isn't just referring
to listeners, but the canon of music in general. This eventful
yellow disc runs the gamut from sinister metal riffs to Culture
Club, all carried out with a brash, spastic noise attitude. The
sum result is a delectable little treasure, astutely exemplifying
CF's trashy, maudlin platform.
Side A begins with some scraping
experimental electronic glitchery before descending into harsh
noise, mercilessly mutilated eighties music, egregious blast-beat
mayhem, and assorted sampled tomfoolery. For dessert, the intrepid
listener is treated to an earnest Boy George begging, “do you
really want to hurt me??” as he fends off a persistent barrage of
aggro vocals and infinity-BPM beats. The b-side supplies more
straight-up noisecore/digi-grind, mangling heavy metal riffs and
guttural vocals under a torrent of
propulsive, breakneck digital beats. Enter sinister sound clips and
you've got a spirited blast that's worthy of generous volume knob
patronage. Record ends with a locked groove which, if you're a lazy
ass like me, is both a blessing and a curse. Tasty stuff.
