High-pitched whine and a poetic rhyming announcement of static-laden vocals; an onslaught of rushing noise, like being trampled, like demonic wings, tempo changes that are just slight enough to keep you tense, rasping words and phrases bursting through intermittently like one side of a conversation in hell. Unsynchronized thumping layer underneath scattered sfx, that low frequency pulse emitted by the emergency broadcast system.
Electronic punk screaming over the kind of drum-hum that you can feel underneath your tongue in the lower palette of your jaw, that you find in abandoned shipyards with all that scrap metal and dead engines and empty cobwebbed cabins.
"1987 Buick GNX "Over My Dead Body" (Chop And Screw Like the Noise Doers Do)" is a monotonous hulking presence, with hacked up conversations laid artfully into throbbing and twisting bass, brown noise recorded in such a way that it alternates between ears and tricks the brain. Uneven oscillations, garage with a bit of polish.
There's a really wonderful hum in the middle of "I'm Sick of You" that resonates until it grates, transforming over small immeasurable periods of time into the medicine-balls-in-a-wind-tunnel noise that dominates the album. 8/10 -- April Larson (17 September, 2009)