'Their most famous lyrics are something to the effect of "Hotch-potch hugger-mugger bow-wow hara-kiri hoo-poo huzza hiccup hum-drum hexa-pod hell-cat helter-skelter hop-scotch," and they sound tough enough to kick Pantera's ass in a dark alley.'In this review I also come out against racism and colonialism, compare the Urinals to sweet and sour mangoes in summer because their songs "burst with grainy juiciness," and describe the most incompetent panhandling Rock Santa ever. The near-pathological obsession with Sleep and the horrors of music writing continue.
Worth it for the observation that "in the heyday of no wave, while people were trying to blow each other's legs off with sheer edgy hate, they did a very calm song about washing a sweater."
Originally ran in the Chicago Reader Mar 8, 2001
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