I like to consider myself pretty versed in rock - I listen to a lot of stuff and a good amount of variety. But, every so often, Ill get something that I just cant categorize or explain well. Thats not a bad thing at all. In fact, its a pretty good accomplishment, as long as the wax is listenable.
Drunkdriver hail from New York City. After my first listen to the A-side Firesale, my only descriptive thought was, "Sounds like The Butthole Surfers but with a strong sludge influence." As much as that doesnt cover it, it still might be the closest Im going to get. The song is driven by powersaw chords from Kristy Greene and an under-mixed Michael Berdan screaming into the mic so hard he sounds like hes dying. Even though the instruments are all playing separate parts, the song builds incrementally until its abrupt end amongst the chaos at 2:22. From what Ive gathered, Drunkdrivers live show is infamous for Berdans disregard for his body during their sets. The music is brutal and violent.
On Side B, It Never Happened, the band ditches the big riffs for a feedback-heavy wall of noise with spoken vocals, again mixed lower than the music, and giving a powerful spotlight to the instruments. The song comes across as somewhere between glory days Sonic Youth noise, early Ween lo-fi, and the heaviest shit youve ever heard. That probably doesnt make any sense. Regardless, if you like your rock challenging and abrasive, this is for you.
7.3 / 10
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