I know I should've reviewed this when it first came out, but I needed time to let my gushing fanboy-ness settle a bit. Like, could there be a more personally relatable album released this year? Apathy, listlessness, workplace drudgery, male pattern baldness, the uneasy acceptance of adulthood, the need for a good massage---real talk, yo. Packaged in a pre-grunge-era wall of noise sludge and delivered with that David Yao-esque howl, it drips with fury and humour. You know, speaking of David Yao, now that Jesus Lizard has reunited I think I would piss myself to see both bands together.
Dream Smotherer (Album) - Pissed Jeans