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.
