Dry, lo-fi punk thrashing from Useless Eaters. Singles: 2011-2014 contains guess what? Lots of this material was originally released in small runs on different labels, so it is good of Slovenly to compile them all for us. Catchy tunes bashed out with a snarl, just how you like it. Fourteen tracks, on vinyl or CD.
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Garage rock is best when it snarls, taking that riff you like and squeezing it out at an accelerated rate of one fuck you per second. Mining the pissy early days of punk, back when it was devoid of semantics and big ideas (but wasn’t as good, just in case I’ve got any modern day hxc crew reading), these Useless Eaters like to deliver riffs and then forget they exist, scowling with the momentary sarcasm and sustained superiority complexes of bands like Reagan Youth and Wasted Youth, while also scouring a sound with strands of that whole indie garage punx thing that started happening back in the oughts -- think Jay Reatard but if he never knew the word production.
These singles have been collated from a bunch of rare, shit-hot places, each still sounding the way it did on its respective 7”: squirming within their small confinements, these songs are packed with more quick riffs and unkind hooks than a side of wax can afford. The band rarely stretch past the three minute mark, if that, their instruments snarling underneath a flat, warbling vocal that sounds trained for basements. On “Starvation Blues Number Two” they show their fearlessness approach to writing pop nuggets, combining occasional flourishes of synth with a riff that sounds like it was wrung out of a Jimi Hendrix cook book.
It’s the more cacophonic sound that Useless Eaters do best, with “I Hate the Kids” and its screamed mantra playing well over depleting chords, woozy riffs and a smattering of feedback. I think the sentiment is something like this: eat it, you square. I will.
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