"Catholic Church Party Pooper" is a squirmy little punk of an album. This Ritalin-sponsored outing maybe attributed to the high levels of methamphetamines or a low tolerance for coherence in Canada, perhaps the violent boredom of a never-ending hokey season, but it may only take a long, beer soaked-afternoon to splice together a single track of junk-noise instability from Jacob Horwood. It starts off with a low end blurt, but things get crude, quick, and Horwood just makes a whole damn mess of things. All this tape manipulation, synth belly flopping, and high end squeals of idiot glee can annoy the fuck out of you with its absolute insistence to not stay still for a single moment. About midway through this short album, I felt like running up North just to grab this guy by the shoulders and sit his fidgety-ass down. And I might find it all more obnoxious if that weren?t the point. Somewhere between Nurse With Wound tape collage, the Chocolate Monk absurdity ascetics, and those fun loving weirdoes a little to the south of this Canuck, lie many kindred souls waiting to gobble up this jagged piece of music concrete specially sealed with a kiss by In Yr Disk (I?m selling slogans.) It?s actually wrapping is the same kind of case I get my bootleg DVDs in with a horror movie looking cover wrapped around. Somebody in my house might mistake this for a Hostel 2 boot and get totally creeped-out so I had to bump the score a couple points. Just wish the permanent-marker scribbled insert was more legible so I could have written this review sooner rather than launching an international investigation. The world doesn?t need another noise artist with pale skin. Get out in the sun, boys. Get yourselves some exposure. A working website maybe? Help us spread your scrap-heap love. But, I?m just left feeling sick. 6/10 -- Kenneth Zubiate (24 July, 2007)