Genre : Punk, Noise Rock
Location : U.S.A.
Release title : CASSETTE
Release type : Cassette EP, digital release
Release year : 2016
Label : Deep Skull Records/Lame Is Me
Buy : Bandcamp
1.Bits / Cryptic Troll / 1932 / Choose Yr Weapon / Tapping The Walls / Ditto
Total Time : 13:48
Throwing the digi scene out the window, Stereo Creeps have defied everyone and released a cassette. Even on Bandcamp, this edged-out release is one track, as might be a one-sided cassette EP plopped on to digital without any editing. "Fuck this digital bullshit!" they scream, but here I am stuck in digi-land nonetheless. Or is the cassette concept just an affectation? No, this was originally released as a cassette only, and the few remaining copies are available from the band @ the Stereo Creeps Facebook page.
Stereo Creeps is an irresponsible, low-down, perverse, twisted, and tastefully unhinged lovefest for psychotic cynics. From Seattle, well, very good. Only ONE DOLLAR for this mess on Bandcamp too, so I gave 'em a little more. First track up is "Bits"..."Taking hits/Blown to bits/ Nowhere left to hide/Traumatized by crazy eyes/In our dreams/Tonight/Exploding heads/or bacon bits/I can't decide". ??? Exactly.
With a punch-you-in-the face sound and whipcrack attitudinal non-adjustment, Stereo Creeps pummel the listener with Garage Rawk ass-kickings and seemingly obsolete quasi-cultural images betraying decay. As the destruction mounts like a bratty kid smashing all his Xmas toys, a sense of uneasiness and unending futility ensues. The approach is Rawk-based deconstructionalism.
Nightmarish time travel on the wrong drugs segues "1932" into "Choose Yr Weapon". A hazy, festering portrait of so-called intelligent life gone wrong, the band explore such musings as "New Year's Eve in a gay bar on mushrooms...HA HA that's so funny - Expired coupons bought me all these scabs...HA HA that's so funny". Maybe true but...Stereo Creeps will not allow themselves to be troubled for an explanation, and rightly so. This is Rock 'n' Roll, yes the dangerous kind, and the more so because that's the last thing it would ever try to be.
Almost negating the necessity of its own existence, the band creates an orchestrated sense of falling apart, while the black abyss swirls ever deeper. Descending progressions bring you into a state of depraved languishing in acidic depths, flirtations with sarcasm drop the moods into hissing non-statements that will leave you cold. Head-shattering hits from the uncompromising rhythm section and searing guitar overlays enshroud the ugly rebel pop music of Stereo Creeps. As a collection of songs, this 13-minute foray into modern disgust hits the fucking mark. I like it so much I don't like it. And I think that's what Stereo Creeps wants.
- Vile Ent