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Cherubs, 2 Ynfynyty (Brutal Panda Records)
CD Reviews: April 2, 2015

04/02/15
By Eric Saeger news@hippopress.com



Cherubs, 2 Ynfynyty (Brutal Panda Records)

At one point or another, every semi-hip ’90s kid found him- or herself faced with figuring out the Austin-based LSD-punk scene, and in most cases such investigations started and ended with the question “Who are the Butthole Surfers and why are they important?” In the beginning, Surfers drummer King Coffey signed Austin scene-mates Cherubs to his Trance Syndicate label in 1992, and everything was fine for two whole albums, until the band erupted in a three-way fistfight and they broke up. This was in 1994, and nothing’s been heard from them until this, their first LP in over 20 years. To me, their earlier stuff was like Helmet meets Jesus Lizard, desperately frenetic scream-vocals over monstrous, mid-tempo, skronky rubber-band guitar riffs Steve Albini wouldn’t throw out of bed, but this is just gloriously filthy.  “Sandy on the Beach” sounds like Iggy jamming with Ministry, as does the faster “Crashing the Ride,” which reads like a rewrite of the Stooges’ “1970,” with some of the most anger-crazed riffing you’d ever want to meet.  But all is not thrash here; there’s Boris-meets-Queens of the Stone Age bliss-doom for all 6 minutes of “Money Chow Mein,” a terrorizing example of noise-rock hubris. Stoner-metal kids will put this at the top of their playlists. A+ Eric W. Saeger





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