Grungey lo-fi indie rock from US characters Tropical Trash. UFO Rot is their latest record, and, in fact, their first full-length one. Their song modes are either short and sharp (lots of tracks here only just breach two minutes) or jammed out (the last two tracks take up the whole of Side 2). Both modes are strong. Limited LP on Riot Season.
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Early Unwound, some Enablers, and a lot of no-thrills hardcore would adequately describe at least some portion of Tropical Trash, a band who switch it up between scattershot noise and monotonous, mumbled shred anthems. Basically, this shit involves a generous bit of gloominess, presented either in the abstract or through catchy, short-as-fuck tunes. Ramshackle is the watchword.
It doesn’t matter what kinda music this band of trash heaps are playing, but each song seems to race through a different mark on the punx spectrum: there’s hardcore bleeding out of “Heeshaw Collider” and “Vertical Gang” (a more technical, largely instrumental throwdown), plus feedback and stick count-ins reigning down between songs. The confused lurch forward of “New Flesh” suggests the same band playing in different rooms, and… well, let’s just flip the thing over, shall we?
Satiating that quest all hardcore bands take towards the slow march of death, Tropical Trash split their LP into two halves, the latter of which offers up a deranged kind of stoner metal. Rather than reach for breakdowns on the first side of this record, they’re all here, piled up in two eight minute tunes of groaning guitars, cracked feedback and extra tricks: as “Knowing” delves into nauseatingly slow tempos it introduces horrible noises last heard on Pharmakon’s “Crusing With Bruised Knees”. The second tune, “Pink Sweat”, brings numbing repetition into play, because everyone’s got to try Michael Gira’s hat on at some point. The warbling is this record’s only constant.
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