Review Summary: cop porn
Inspired by the repulsive noise of Whitehouse, the snotty brutishness of The Stooges, and the unpredictable chaos of GISM, the Homopolice are an utterly repugnant force in the field of noise punk. Containing members of Insect Warfare and No Talk, these Texan hooligans aren’t too far from the ilk of Brainbombs or Rusted Shut, busting the distortion up to eleven and the morally-objectionable chaos up to seventeen. Adorned with a piece of art depicting an orgy of gay cops, Fuck Entertainment
is pretty much exactly what you’d expect from something with song titles like “Assfucker” and “Sex, Drugs, Death.” Maybe if you’re well acquainted with this grimy sub-scene of music, where Flipper is dad-rock and Merzbow is a sell-out, this’ll all seem kind of trite. Oh look, another edgy, possibly (read: undenibly) homophobic, anti-establishment group of southern inbreds seemingly playing with the confidence and skill (or lack thereof) of GG Allin or Stick Men With Ray Guns.
But something sets the Homopolice apart and this is the part of the review where I should be able to explain their gimmick or main draw. The thing is, the main draw is that there is no gimmick. The reason I and so many others are quick to mention the Homopolice in the same breath as mclusky and Kilslug is their utter rejection of identifiable positive traits. Fuck Entertainment
shares a similarly unrelenting nature with its noise influences, trudging along through the ear cavities. It’s rooted in balls-out, swaggering punk rock, yes, but it’s more of a perversion of rock and roll than an ode to it. The song “I Hate Everybody” is a great example of this, as the thumping drums and swerling, frantic guitars are all that’s clearly audible in a sea of sado-masochistic, leather-bound noise. Like a gimp’s muffled screams through his ball gag, the sounds of the Homopolice are pleasurably panicked and strained.
So, if the only angles are homoerotic bondage and basic misanthropia and those are loose at that, what’s really here to latch on to❓ Fuck Entertainment
isn’t fun like Stick Men With Ray Guns, its not atmospheric like the Goslings, and it’s not technical like Today is The Day, so what gives❓ What is it that really makes this a release that’s a cut above meat and potatoes❓ Sure, it’s crass, tasteless, and crude - as all good noise punk should be, but it also seems to hit this very primal, non-rational spot in my heart of hearts that wants something simple - the opportunity to scream obscenities and break shit. Even in some of the most kind and thoughtful people is an Id that really wants nothing more than to cause mayhem, the kind of which will live in infamy and cause irreversible damage. And, to some extent, that’s what the Homopolice were able to do. They’re definitely infamous in some circles and, well, I don’t think the damage done to my eardrums/grey matter is repairable.
With all of this in mind, the best way to experience Fuck Entertainment
is as follows: Blast this record from your speakers, strip down or climb into your nearest leather bodysuit, grab some precious valuables or instruments of productivity, and use them as blunt objects to bash holes in the walls that surround you. Fuck Entertainment
is much less of a creation and much more of an excercise in auditory destruction. Not in some gimmicky, “metal” way (there’s a time and a place for that), destruction of rational thought and musical conventions. Compare them to whoever you want, the Homopolice may not hide behind bullshit concepts like “thoughtful song compositions,” “track progression,” and “common decency,” but, much like the hellraisers before them, these wildmen go for the jugular of sensibility.