| Two
guitarists and one drummer, the members of Kid Commando seem to be in
constant struggle with the instruments they play. Every note is a painful
battle. Every drum fill is impossible. Art damaged sandpaper anti-rhythms
cut jagged grooves into normalcy. They call it "New Funk".
"It's
a magnetizing half-hour of friction that becomes more accessible and
alluring after every nine-track loop, the tracks forging ahead like
a child's arm outside a car window. As Lagerlof laughingly scoffs
on "Black Beauty," "I still stand up." He's on the verge of tipping
over from determination and exhaustion, and each word hits like an
inhaler.
Such belabored rock efforts are usually overbearing and tedious, but
with little hype stateside and a seemingly infinite number of lad
mag bands succeeding with their boxed-in sounds and images, Kid Commando's
bizarre method is kamikaze for all the right reasons."
- Miami New Times
"The
fun is in seeing how close they can push the boundaries with their
loud and noisy crooked rock before falling apart like a game of Jenga.
Much of the album sounds like an adult's musical recreation of a kids
tantrum, so it's likely that their live show would get really sweaty
really fast."
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