Hussy, The – “Cement Tomb Mind Control” – [Slow Fizz]

Gots to keep up the snottiness quotient in our air sound, and
with this 12″ 45 spinner waiting less than 10 seconds to tell
the gentle listener to “go fuck yrself” all systems seem to
be go. The Hussy are Bobby and Heather, outta Madison, WI
and right into the collective underground garage (that, let’s
be honest, is getting a might crowded). Songs have a manic
theme park energy; rollercoaster drums, bumper car guitars
and reverbed carney vox. Some of the odder moments save
the day, tweaky whistling, phone messages, voices twist
tuned to galactic echoes, wire-tapping taverns, they all
help a lot, for despite the initial f-bomb, the rest of
the album rocks with as much convention as conviction.
I gather they are aiming for In the Red which is dandy, but there’s a seed here that could push ‘em past that into white hot creativity.

-Thurston Hunger