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How the hell Stunt Rock managed to slip past my peripheral vision until now is gonna irk me for a while. This disc is like a sick puppy organ swap between Stock Hausen And Walkman and "Destoyer" era Alec Empire, all of the silly fish slapping of the former crossed with acute manic-depressive breaks from the latter but skillfully side-stepping the infantile t-shirt ranting that makes watching ATR videos an exercise in self-condescention. The tricks that Stunt Rock have been perfecting under the sheets however are a rare score. Shit eating Poo Poo grins and jolt beats sharp enough to pop your eye out of socket with the net result being the question, "did I just pull Stunt Rock's finger?" and the answer of course being most indeedly you did sucka.

"The pinnacale of mediocrity" is like a 50 minute plus stink palming from the geekiest geek trash to flame alt.binaries.pictures.erotica.bestiality. Think happy happy, almost pre-school sounding fox trot breaks with "h-h-h-h-h-h-handjob" vocal lines. A Steve Perry vocal sample piledriving into an almost American shit noise "fucking your daughter" reprise. Equal parts crude oil, industrial abrasives, lo-fi phone transmission codecs, dirty uncle porno tapes and "ah, isn't that nice" Sunday school record collection treasures. It's like a "Nightmare on Elm Street" for Volkswagon beetle ads, Bill Hicks cast as Freddy and the cast of Friends the dumb ass victims.

Immediate gratification aside, this is top fucking notch digital hardcore that easily survives the initial torrid sex party that is the first rotation. Despite the fact that I've spun this sucker like 10 or 15 times now since it arrived, I still get all goofy grinned when the track "girls don't like me" starts getting all upbeat 8 bit with rounds of "inside of your vagina, inside of your anus, that's not the way most parents like to talk to their children" followed by anthemic shout outs (stolen from "Orgazmo") of "STUNT COCK!!!". Energy wise it's like a mischevious wet willy from your beloved squeeze alternated with the metallic splatter of flying beer bottles from a house party run amok. The song titles make it pretty damn clear what we're dealing with: "Anyone who names a track 'So and So can kiss my such and such ass' can kiss my (adjective) (noun) ass" or "Be sure to wear baggy pants and a visor, pussy" and of course the sensitive "All the baggy pants in the world won't change the fact that you are one ugly bitch".

Construction is most likley wave editor and some Fruity Loops type codebase. Aneurism inducing BPMs, braaaaaaap noise blats, sterile PC born breakbeats, guillotine like distortion hits. Then just to keep the mind fuck a rollin' will be a People Like Us Captain Kangeroo (yeah I'm fucking old, so what, breeder) singalong complete with acoustic guitar and stutter Amen break. Preposterous, ridiculous, "Fat Guy Gose Nutsoid" tactless and if you manage to keep that Ol' English 40 ouncer from spurting out your nose while spinning this disc I'll buy you another.

This is going to be the bat to beat from here on in, a smutty Coyote Ugly stick to smack up smart asses when they think they're THE shit when they just be shit. Music's not a jock-homo contest of course but it's sure fucking refreshing to know that someone out there actually get's it. J. Schizoid of D-Trash obviously does and of course Stunt Rock's tight . . . and if you don't want to be left in the chicken coop with your pants around your ankles, you will seek this sucker out.

posted by: moron on 2001-11-24 18:41:08
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