Oh yes, those students would regret leaving their front door unlocked on Lex’s day off…

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Alfred Soto: Evocative title.
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Iain Mew: My heart sank when I played this and saw ¡Forward, Russia! (who I’ve had the dubious pleasure of seeing twice and come quite high in my personal Worst Support Bands Ever League) as related. Like them, Pulled Apart From Horses seem determined to generate huge amounts of energy in the services of being very irritating, in this case starting by developing a vocal style that sounds like throwing up. There’s a certain invention present which could probably be turned to good, but I can’t stomach it in this form.
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David Raposa: Dear Wikipedia: now that I’m attempting to start a who-cares debate on what constitutes “grunge” (yawn), I’d just like to point out that these guys, at least on this track, are about as “no wave” as Buggles. Guitar spasms, time-signature changes, and pantloads of unfettered screams might be no-wave signifiers (see also: the Mae Shi, that Dan Ackroyd band that was TSJed a while back), but not when they’re whipped up in a straight-forward hyper-poppy froth like this. Tho maybe I’d be more forgiving of PABH’s flamboyant screamo-prog affectations (which really didn’t need to extend to the band name) if they doled them out with a little more care and skill. Or the lead singer could just put a sock in it.
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Chuck Eddy: Does the yelping bloke wish he was Mark E. Smith? Well, he’s not. And his sloppy mates are even worse. But as indie geeks go, at least they don’t seem to be introverts. And they also seem to have learned that age-old lesson about repetition in the music and we’re never going to lose it. Now if only they could find something worth repeating.
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Jonathan Bogart: This is more or less what I hear in my head every time I read Andrew Necci on the branching descendents of hardcore. It’s not music I know well or feel qualified to distinguish the good from the bad; but I’ve got no beef.
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Maura Johnston: I’ll happily dance with all your balls of fire if it means that I can listen to this bonkers Andrew WK-gone-Pony Express track over and over and over and over until I pass out.
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Martin Skidmore: This is very clumsy, but I like the sheer attack of the guitars, which are almost thrash in their impact at times, more metal than grunge. The vocalist has a go at the same force, but is a bit underpowered, and the quiet bits are very dull. The full-on parts are pretty good, though.
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