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"I love the shape of your buttocks / Ecstasssssssssssy" is the naive/dirty niche of Felt Bads, a trio of re-tahrds from Long Island. They seemed to be children despite the manly low voice of singer Sean, matched on Gold by fittingly innocent straight-to-cassette production values. Half Japanese is positively smooth in comparison, and the simple miracle of repetition makes the raucous "single" "Croation Heavy Metal" sort of singable. Kids can get in a lot of trouble without leaving cute behind, could stay angelic while posting a BDSM orgy on the internet. Gold isn’t quite that naughty, and its transgression is false: an attempt to be "weird" by making classical punk that is instantly recognizable to anyone with stream-of-consciousness 4-track childhood. While the DIY/punk ethos can lead to all sorts of good ideas, the punk style and scene are militarily constrained. It’s a good way to signal cred to others similarly inclined, but its strictures often mask deep conservatism and need for order. The real weird genius is odd in thought, not style. Odd in his perception of the world, odd in vision not coiffure, too busy seeking revelation to pursue connection by quick CD missives to the wider world. Cloister thyselves, Felt Bads, and get back to me after band practice. By Josie Clowney
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