“Squirming black mold in a dingy Bayshore warehouse became sentient, creaked and took humanoid form…Blank Square and their singularly odd-punk debut, Animal I. Leaning towards the weirder end of Flesheaters but with a sterility that can only be contemporarily compared to Total Control’s Aussie hardcore quarantine no wave and then a pinch of what made DNA and Mars amazing…It’s captured with plenty of concrete and sheet metal kept in the mix and a highlight towards dissonant syncopations. Recorded in what my minds eye makes into a empty room minus one chair and definitely down a flight of wet, cement stairs. Saxophone with a mild but nauseating-at-times rippling slap delay, cruising on a rhythm section that sounds like they’ve got another house show to play tonight after this one. Rectangular in all the right places, uncomfortable like sleeping in a car (but hey, you do what you have to do). If you love art in your sax punk, then you will what’s going on in the Bay like we do, but this reaches waaaay back into California’s punk history (SST would’ve undoubtedly dug this). For fans of UV race, Useless Eaters, The Fall, the 80s and young Greg Ginn. It’s out on Castle Face Records February 24th…there you go, weirdos.” – John Dwyer, Oh Sees/Castle Face
Exploring new art-gunk crevices, The Octagon stretches out classic Trashies sounds and concepts into cough-syrupy new shapes. Wandering further away from their 2004-era speedy satire punk with each release, the Trashies of The Octagon haven’t forgotten their roots as much as they’ve let them ferment into a mind-altering stew. The straightforward parody has warped into allusions of deeper freak-dom. Less Spits/Reatard, more Fall/Beefheart. The trash has aged into a fine compost.
Punk awesomeness with Aimee of Quaaludes!