The USA Is a Monster
No More Forever

THE REVIEW

Let's say today I'm in a worse mood than usual, and if a snake bites me, it'll die from poison.

Do you have 8 minutes? Good, I didn't hear the answer, but that's okay. Let's proceed.

The USA is a Monster. Right people, they have the right name and they flaunt it. They come from New York, crowded New York.
"No More Forever", thick space-rock that drags you far from your bed until it scares you. Out of fear, you'll find yourself hugging the rings of Saturn. Then the Melvins come in person and throw in the big riff, and that's it. That's how we have fun. Drums, guitar, and synth divided between two people.

Picture-disc, 10" inches. Released by Holidays Record of Milan. 2009.

There's an Indian drawn in white on the pitch-black vinyl. The cardboard has a hole in the middle, and like all holes, a bit of black comes out. That black with the Indian's face is the record itself.
Got the little game? The USA is a Monster + No More Forever + the face of the Indian thrown into the black hole = didactic, despite being from New York. Yet it's psychedelic stuff. Let's say you're drunk, your heart is shattered, your butt on a bench, someone sits next to you. A man. What do you talk about? Huh? I'd talk about Napoli.

Click-hurra for the song.