THE C*NTS
La La La (Indeed)
Reviewed by DJ Johnson

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I can't find anything about this band on the Net. Everything about this package screams garage DIY, and the musician in me, corrupted by years of playing in genres too hung up on perfection, knows he should be pointing and screaming "bad band!! BAD!!" All the ingredients are fucked up, after all. The playing is so sloppy it sometimes falls apart to the point where the drummer is just aimlessly tapping the snare, circling the runway, looking for a landing point somewhere near the beat. Then they're somehow magically back together, albeit with barely-in-key vocals and... well, it's all just such a mess! God, I love it! Yeah, the two distorted guitars are feeding back and playing what may even be three songs at once, and the organist - who I imagine has a candlelit shrine to Ray Manzarek within his line of sight at all times - is adding a cool swirl to the chaos. HOW COME THIS WORKS?! I don't claim to be a musicologist. I just say what I like and why. Why do I like this? It's got humor (intentional), some surprisingly good songs, and an ongoing, all-encompassing cacophony that is impossible to resist. The C*nts (I find no evidence that this is censorship, and I see the name is written this way in several places in the liners, so I must assume the * is self-imposed) restore the positive meaning of "DIY garage" and at the same time put a pair of porkin' pink poodles on the cover for our entertainment. God bless 'em.

© 2003 - DJ Johnson