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Rating:
Two tracks, just over six minutes. Yet such a short span contains more than entire albums, if not entire useless discographies.
From the vast array of prime-movers of the so-called Seattle sound, the massive Tad Doyle and his gruff lumberjacks seemed to me among the most sincere and credible representatives; Tad was exactly like the powerful miasma that came out of the speakers: rough, boisterous, an unabashed hick.
Curiously, this seemingly negligible fragment released by AmpRep - praised be it - is the penultimate piece of a decade-long career now reaching its end and best represents their obese, brute, dismantling grunge rock.
Yes, even here the infamous flannel shirts were seen: luckily in this case, the wearer was a graceless 150-kilo bison with a circular saw in hand, who would have shattered the unplugged chair on the first attempt to sit on it.
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