Album Review: The Eruptors/Culo a Boca – “F*** You Pretty”
Split EP’s … ah, now there’s a heart-warming phrase from the past for you.
If you’ve not heard of The Eruptors yet then I really don’t know what to compare this band to musically except maybe the cider and hallucinogenics fuelled soundtrack to some sort of Japanese style “monster destroys Tokyo” B-movie. To say they’re a bit unhinged is understatement and the five tracks they contribute to this EP are just as brilliantly deranged as they always are from the frenetic opener “Hearts Burnin'” and “Worst Thing In My Life” through the Butthole Surfers style lunacy of “Set The Controls To Destroy” to the lurching “Curse of the Leprechaun” (complete with an Irish jig style middle 8 – I kid you not). Although there’s nothing on here that quite matches the sheer unbridled wonderful chaotic insanity of their best moment “Cannibal Holocaust”, it’s another bunch of fantastically demented tracks that remind you just why we need bands like the Eruptors so much.
Incredibly, they seem to have managed to find a bunch of similarly deranged musical miscreants from across the Atlantic to share this EP with as well in the form of Culo a Boca (it’s Spanish for “Ass to Mouth” just in case you were wondering) who sound like a XXX-rated version of the B-52’s crossed with the X Men. You’ve got a kooky girl singer (who apparently dresses as a blonde tattooed zombie onstage), a growly bloke singer (who apparently dresses as a leopardskin-clad Mexican luchador onstage) and songs called “Glory Hole”, “I Wanna Puke” and “Blowup Doll Rape Victim (On The Side Of The Interstate)” – really, what’s not to like? All I’ll say is that they sound every bit as nuts as the song titles suggest with spiralling guitars, drums which won’t even contemplate going slower than 200mph and semi-intelligible lyrics which make Evil Scarecrow sound like Stephen Hawking in terms of sensibleness.
Let’s just wind up this review by saying that I insist that these two bands get a tour sorted over here some time soon. If it happens, chalk me down for a ticket.