Rot Shit – “Worst Kids Ever, The ” – [Big Neck Records]

Shrill thrills from the punk forges of Pittsburgh, PA. Uber-oompa pummel
with an American-flavored oi accent almost. Songs are often over in the
blinding of an eye, and the puncturing of an eardrum. Two vocalists
that mix perfectly, personally I slightly favored Sex over Booze, but
when they trade off lines, we realize that Sex needs Booze as badly as
Booze needs Sex. Meanwhile Pipes, the guitarist, nails the shearing
broken glass distortion, often erupting at the end or the beginning with
some piercing feedback. The lyrics are screamed with a rapid-fire boxing
technique: left, right, left, right. The brash bash lo-fi is fantastic
and the microphone murder makes the words hard to decipher, but the
emotion comes across crystal meth clear. Raw agitated energy, seething
even when they’re “Swimming with Hot Dogz.” Songs track close on top
of each other, so careful with that needle, Eugene. Just an excellent
release, punk worth selling your blood to buy a copy. And I mean *all*
of your blood…

-Thurston Hunger