Review Summary: Raw punk/powerviolence up your nostrils or wherever you prefer to shove it.
There comes a time in every man’s life when they realize they need to listen to better music. This is the better music in question. You will transform from a woman into a man magically upon hearing the first track - from a caterpillar into a monster truck of pigeon crushing blasphemy. Once scented as wild basil & lime with a hint of honey, your musk will soon reek of the death of thousands of pigeons. Don’t believe me? Trust and believe in Goolagoon, the angel of death, and a powerviolence band on the side.
Goolagoon’s music is just plain rude. The riffs are soundwaves on Red Bull that hit like crashing into the sun. The frontwoman dubbed Lily yells loudly the entire time, like a successful torturer, and combined with manscaping riffs, it punches a hole so big in your face you can fit the entire extended Star Wars universe. Indeed, if you’re a fan of noise and hearing loss, this is just what the stupid doctor ordered. The drummer also sounds like he’s being held at gun point to drum faster, therefore, the beats literally slap. Despite the abject ear slicing, crazy good riffs with a lovely, mother licking tone is noticeable. It’s enjoyably not mundane, and ten times the power of a solar powered sun. It’s pretty metal for punk, and goes more ham than pig latin. Genres be damned, it sounds like Galactus coming to swallow cocks. Indeed, the EP is perfect aside from it being shorter than this sexy, yet irrelevant review. Indeed, the EP is short as *** which is total nonsense because I was greatly enjoying every track. Humbug!
This album will not sit well in everyone’s ears, and there be the rub for in that music of death what dreams may come. This is 11/10 book reading music, because only the truly leet can read books whilst ass crushing beats disturb the common man. I would also recommend this on your first date, and to be honest, I don’t know why related studies haven’t been completed. This should be a more popular band. The rhythm makes you dance barefoot on lava, it’s entertainingly aggressive and a beautiful acquired taste. So acquire the taste already.
