Trashies, The – “Octagon, The” – [Fine Concepts]

Thurston Hunger   2/17/2018   12-inch, A Library

The place where the spastic stuck is where The Trashies
spot-welded their sound on your heart-shaped ears. They
step into the album like Chuck Norris into a rap battle,
in-it-to-win-it. The opening title track gives you
a little taste of the waste floating in the Trashies
stream of conciousness. Rhyming slang to put your mind
in a sling, and not afraid to play the Buttafuoco card.
Is this where hip hop meets gunk rot? Music escapes from
the drum machine circus, with an array of guitar moves
that might bust out twin-lead Thin Lizzy, or might break
off some thick and stumbly Beefheart chunks. Just because
the dork-o-meter is set on 11, doesn’t mean these itty
bittie ditties aren’t big on style. Of course most songs
come at your quick like a UFC round, 2 minutes is a long
one. This sure scratched my old Uzi Rash itch, sure enough
mighty Max Nordile is in the dumpster band. Erin Allen plays
something too, probably lots of somethings. Album
finishes strong, that “I’m Uh Stayn” and “Shovel” tag
team is a killer. Crazy choruses on both, “Shovel” offers
a sing-along for an asylum, while “Stayn” almost sounds
like he’s saying “Namaste” while a voice over like like
the Weatherman corrects the phrasing. “Fresh Hunny”
drips with sweat of a 100 Prince impersonators. Steel
dum-drums (sampled?) on “Rhinoline” are just fine, and
“Dumb 2 B Smart” is a loaded potato for this old spudboy.
5 Thumbs Up, and venom in my eye! -Thurston Hunger