Eat Skull
Sick To Death

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NOW GETTING A CD RELEASE!!!!! This will scour yr ears! if you find the MBV remasters a tad MOR, then strap this on for some real FUZZ / SCUZZ! Leave it to the NME to embellish a term like shit-gaze&#xu201D;and in doing so codify the current DIY threadbare scrape ofTimes New Viking, Psychedelic Horseshit, and Tyvek. Nosurprise that the greatest shit-gazer of all time was none otherthan Samuel Coleridge, an avowed Brit who, plied full of laudanum,would sit for hours and stare at his bowel movements,writing copious notes on their color, texture, etc. Monday? Oh,stool journal, to where didst thine weekend go?&#xu201D; At any rate, itshard to gauge how much mileage the eNeMEy can get with sucha phrase, but cross your fingers it hangs around long enoughfor Eat Skull to share in the odorous mirth. Call their genrewhatever you want; Eat Skull will be ensconced in the statelypleasure-dome at Xanadu, waiting for the checks to clear.Biscuit crumbs and tea stains be damned, Eat Skull are a quartethailing from Portland, Oregon, co-masterminded by Rob Enbom(former bushwacker in the ranks of Hospitals and HoleClass) and another original Hospital, Rod Meyer (the greatestliving genius of punk). Previous Eat Skull efforts include a cassette-only EP and a pair of 7-inches, all of which might be outof print. Like their brethren and forebears, Eat Skull runs a postpattern deep beyond pop and punk. They bring to the game anextrasensory appreciation of New Zealands South Island Sound(Great Unwashed, Axemen), Cleveland art-damage skronk(Modern Art Studio, X-X), and the wretched excess of forgottenMidwest hardcore (Stiff Legged Sheep, Chemotherapy).In other words, just what you need!Pip, pip matey, rum, sodomy, chin up and all that. Sick toDeath is sure to be a lock for many year-end bests or Tom Laxs(DJ) name isnt Kublai Khan.800 copies, vinyl only.