Fucking hell. This series of limited albums is heading right up the avenue marked "Eclectic" If Eddy Grant had a deformed tongue he could have written a song about this. Northern UK duo DIRTY HUSBAND
arrive next with a show of horror synths, splintered gabber,
misanthropic muttering & distorted power electronics that weigh in
somewhere between Wevie Stonder, DHR, Pitman & Whitehouse with a touch of Happy Flowers
style peurile mentalism. Honestly, this is really funny but then I'm a
little disturbed. 'Chocolate Warriors' unsettles with it's SCATtershot
take on the pitfalls of urban existence. Like "old people" & "dog
shit". Yes. This is suffering from a dearth of decency. But then again
I think old people need laughing at occasionally, and dog shit is just
a fact of life. ('Dogshit Story' is a fabulous spoken word
"observation" of an old english sheepdog & it's owner struggling
with a roadside whoopsy incident) Phil says if Ant doesn't take one of
these sick puppies home he's gonna drown him in the canal. Or is that
shut down Norman Records? Perhaps shit on Norman Records? Album of the
week if you ask me!!!
Information: From Dirty Husband: Two cheap bastards from a shitty Northern town farting out pebbledash loudbrown to insult your ears. 1 = Gom, technicolour dance slag fat batch mong bollocks with appalling Sue Ryder fashion and latest shoutface technology. 2 = Dr. Chod, grumpy cross-dressed wedding tosser with a proper filthy gob and a garageload of buttfucked old drum machines cranked to 300bpm.
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