These dudes live up to their name, really. On 'Here come The Real Boys', they stumble around their instruments in a futile attempt to stay on their feet, creating swirling melodies that subsist on very little and are usually doused in a good bit of feedback -- though sometimes it's just the illusion of feedback, so loud and raw do these dudes play. Vocalist Ben drunkenly rambles through his lyrics before spontaneously bursting into gutting screams. The noise rock outburst in Australia is close to reaching its logical conclusion, and Cuntz offer up its most primitive slice yet.
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