This debut 7” from Houston’s Sex Pill is, without a doubt, one of the most fucked up-sounding punk records I’ve ever heard. While some bands’ way of going about “noise not music” is to run everything through a bunch of effects (every available knob turned to 10, naturally) until you have a bland soup of static, Sex Pill’s production choices are more idiosyncratic. The first thing you’ll notice is the siren sound that runs throughout the entire record (not just between the songs, but right over top of them), speeding up and slowing down and placing a woozy, druggy haze over the whole thing. The non-siren parts of the music remind me of Japan’s Kuro, but the vocals (which are quite powerful) are way louder than the other instruments, which are often all but inaudible because of the vocals and the siren. Plenty of people will dismiss this as complete garbage, but I recommend it if you enjoy staring quizzically at your speakers while you try to figure out what, precisely, the hell is going on.
£8.00 plus post
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