Giorgio Murderer isn't just a clever piss-take on a sadistic style of electric horse crap, bashed out cave-man style across a full LP, it's a full-swing slap to the crotch of anyone who thinks there's nothing worthwhile going on in modern junk rock. It's no secret that Giorgio Murderer is the alter-ego of New Orleans' rage-rocker Buck Biloxi, and here in his more free-form state, his sick and dystopic world view gets the sizzling circuits humming quite well. Like two twin delinquents, bleary and disgusted with the garbage world we loathe in, day in and day out, both Buck and Giorgio tow a similar weight, but where Buck instantly grabs a brick when things get heavy, Giorgio just lights up a clove cigarette and bobs along to a sinister synth pattern, eyeing the best route to your electrocution. The minimalism is monumental, the tone is dismal, and the delivery is deadpan, everything you are looking for in a first date, or your last meal.
On their debut LP, Holographic Vietnam War, Giorgio Murderer siphons radiator fluid and rat piss along with a heaping helping of hopelessness and trauma into a ghastly broth of negativity that would probably cave your head in if it wasn't for that dumb skull of yours. Leave it to Diptheria Derbyshire or Kenny Logarithms, these jams are lethal and catastrophic, a level of punk danger you won't be ready for, repeatedly adding pressure to your weaknesses and reminding you how tough those synthesizers can really sound when pushed to their limit. Eleven songs of grudge-centric punk slime, run through a filter of fried armpit hair and burned out electronics, something you surely do not want to miss. Maybe you're already too late, fuck it, these guys are straight from the future and came all this way back to tell us that IT SUCKS. Hallelujah.
Pick up the debut LP at fine record stores everywhere, or from Pelican Pow Wow Records, right HERE.
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