How great is it to be ugly? Listening to how much fun Mclusky have playing their own slop (music that can be described in any way except by using the word beautiful), I'd say quite a lot.

Basically, the recipe is this: take the best of American indie rock, review all of Stevuccio Albini's repertoire, mixing it with the most fused Pixies and the rambunctiousness labeled Nirvana. Having done this, we still don't have a Mclusky album, but we're getting close. What is missing is a good dose of silliness, the kind so big that we haven't seen in a long time.
The Mclusky are the Monty Python of indie rock, doing everything they can not to take themselves seriously. Surreal lyrics that curb the madness mingle with the music produced by the trio, made of nicely hammered drums, a bass styled like a guitar, and a guitar styled like a nursery rhyme.

My Pain And Sadness Is More Sad And Painful Than Yours is the first of the fleeting trilogy and, released by Too Pure in 2003, strongly projects into the ears of anyone who listens to it. Quite raw, as will never happen again (eheheh... later they will be produced by Steve Albini), it is the perfect example of how modern punk-rock should sound... that is, like non-punk-rock, like something alien and alienating, but without beating around the bush, electronic foundations, and other fabulous contrivances. Simply something sincere and irreverent, tough and skewed.

Now that you are getting warmed up at the thought of having found the band of your dreams, here comes the bad news: they have broken up, but their three albums are a blast, their words are a blast, and when you spin them you can't help but move your ass.
So don't worry if you're one of those sad people who think rock is finished, dead, and things like that:

Screw you, you're wrong. Open your ears and Fuck This Band.

Tracklist Lyrics and Videos

01   Joy (01:10)

Joy, you better watch her.
Scattered her heart on your heroes.
With joy, you better let go.
Sit on myself and cover myself in joy.

02   Friends Stoning Friends (04:21)

Oh caracas.
Hanging from some chimpanzees.
Jonny No. 1 is a son of a gun.
But that's allright with me.
Still, how you keeping?
Tfi's got nothing on you.
Jonny no.1 you're the best that I've done.
Until it's Jonny no.2.

Get god, get giddy.
You're moving to the city.
With a faceless baseless underground clique.
Get god get giddy.
You're moving to the city.
You're moving to the city 'cos you're village is shit.

It's just a rattlesnake.
That looks like you.

How you keeping?
I was wondering, if you're leaking, could I join in?
On the weekend?
It's a slow one, you're a fast one.
So join the union.
I'll see you on the moon with maria pahars.
Return to earth for soya milk and underwired bras.

It's just like friends stoning friends stoning friends stoning friends.

03   Whiteliberalonwhiteliberalaction (02:57)

04   Rice Is Nice (01:06)

I don't want to talk about it I don't want to talk about it I don't want to talk about it I don't want to know. She goes. In June. And so do we. Help me find my simile.

05   Flysmoke (03:36)

06   Rock vs. Single Parents (03:06)

07   She Come in Pieces (01:52)

08   (Sometimes) I Have to Concentrate (02:55)

09   When They Come Tell Them No (01:15)

10   You Are My Sun (02:59)

11   Rods on Crutches (02:31)

12   Problems Posing as Solutions (03:48)

13   Mi-o-mai (00:58)

14   Medium Is the Message (02:51)

15   World Cup Drumming / Evil Frankie (07:51)

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