Review Summary: drugs
Given the departure of frontman Krauty McKraut and subsequent release of ***bag LP 1982: Dishonorable Discharge, it's only right to shed light on the greatness that is Puffy Areolas' debut and what makes it such a butt***in' good time. With a sound harkening back to the good ole days of Monoshock's grungy (not grunge the genre; this isn't ***in Nirvana) garage psych riffage, these guys rip acid punk jams harder than Michael Phelps rips the bong (respect). Krauty could be considered one of the more unstable vocalists out there, screaming incomprehensible *** throughout the entire length of the album while providing a formidable presence to counteract the phazed-out reverb-washed ***ery of the guitars. Repetitive, riff-heavy tracks are the main article on display, with the guitarists punching their pickups with metal picks or nails or some crap, tryin' to solo every now and then but just scratching back and forth over their strings like a buncha drunken degenerates, *** I need a Coke. I would tell you to put this on real ***in' loud but you may end up needing a new set of speakers after a track or two due to max-trebled overdriven reverb from amps that sound like they're straight outta 1957; quite the appropriate tool given the amount of feedback being abused on each track. That, coupled with the dingy don't-give-a-*** production gives this album the scuzz and personality it needs to really push the envelope of noisy ***gaze. Occasional tracks such as Get Me Out of Houston or Puking in Piss bring the manic pace of the drums down to more mid-paced jam sessions, opening the way for stupid oscillated vocal yelps and random drugged-out sax soloes atop the guitarists' sloppy chord progressions (they were probably high at the time). It's beautiful. Listen to this album and punch yourself in the face, cause I guarantee the followup album won't give you anything beyond chronic limp dick. This brings the grime, this brings the steez.