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LP includes download code. Edition of 400. "Nine-song pus-rock explosion by this Quincy, MA, trio with guest vocals on a couple of tracks by Kassie Carlson (of Guerilla Toss). The sound has a mega-sludge hunch that will make you feel several sweet reefs to the wind, until you fasten your seatbelt and get ready for the ride. The band's pace varies from machine-gun rattle to cough-syrup lunge (sometimes within a single song), so you'll want to make sure your neck is well-braced, too. In the days when dumbos stood around, hanging their heads, shaking them mopily to the beat, Bugs & Rats would have been in the liability chair for any number of lawsuits filed by the parents of weekend-punks from Harvard. Today, thankfully, their status is such that their shows draw more heavily on the underground-lifer contingent. The band's mix of feedback, roar, and thump is one of the hotter mixes currently available in the Eastern Mass area. Without much in the way of fancy-pants scene politics, Bugs & Rats have managed to persist through many waves of fashion-based idiocy with their balls and their bells intact. These gentlemen have gotten to the nut of raunch epistemology. Hope you can dig the lecture" --Byron Coley, 2015. For fans of (New England) Patriots, Guerilla Toss.
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FTR 154LP
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"Vinylization of a 2010 CD-R by this Quincy, MA trio who have been around since 2003. Their longevity makes it damn odd that this is their first LP. But it is. The fact becomes even odder when you hear how goddamn great the album sounds. Perhaps it's only with the coming of bands like Guerilla Toss and NE Patriots that Bugs & Rats are getting their vinyl due. But it should have happened long ago. The real antecedents of their sound seem to lie in the early '90s Scab Rock scene, of which Boston had proponents such as Kilslug, Hullaballoo, Nightstick and whatnot. Theirs was a sonic collision of post-no wave noise, Crypt-oid garage rock, and sludge metal. Its local thread was all but erased by the ascendant dogshit and vom of bands like the Mighty Mighty Bosstones, but a smoldering spark lurked in Quincy. Feeding Tube is happy to fan this sputtering flame into a roar. And Adidas is it. This album follows a beautiful blabbermouth trajectory of non-core/non-noise aggression with riffs, drums and vocals, blaring and blasting into the darker regions of the New England night. The pace is alternately slugged and frantic, just as it should be. And the more I hear the scream of their feedback, the warmer I feel. You will too." --Byron Coley, 2014; edition of 250, hand-painted silk screen gatefold jackets by Kellzo of Bugs & Rats.
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