Review Archive Series #2: AIDS Wolf, The Lovvers Lp

The following review represents one in a series of reviews published during my tenure as the resident music critic and assistant Arts Editor for The Phoenix, the official student newspaper of UBC-Okanagan in Kelowna, B.C. They are being reprinted here because I feel that while these reviews might represent a point of serious-suckitude in the developement of my writing, they are examples of my earliest attempts at criticism (if jerking off on an album's cover can be considered criticism), and above all: these albums desperately deserve the attention of your tinnitus-damaged ears.



















AIDS Wolf - The Lovvers Lp
Lovepump United, 2006

Aids Wolf are on the prowl to burst the Pop bubble using jagged shards of broken beer bottles. Trapped inside the bubble is your mind, and Aids Wolf wish to set it free- at a price. That price, is whatever you’re willing to pay for their debut album, The Lovvers Lp: LSD and pints of human blood not accepted as hard currency at all retailers. This is noisy, proggy, "free your mind and your ass/cock/pussy will follow" art-punk in the nasty-ass spiked vein of Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Onani Bomb Meets the Sex Pistols-era Boredoms, Lake of Dracula, and Les Georges Leningrad. Curious? Be careful, this album is what killed the cat. The stabbing pogo beats and string scrapings on the album's opener, "Spit Tastes Like Metal", sound like an homage to the shower scene from Psycho, while the cacophonous, anarchic glee heard on "Panty Mind" and "I Multiply" remind the listener what this is all about- peace, love, and playing games with loaded guns. Great fun for art-damaged eardrums, but for the rest of you, stay inside the safety of the bubble until the aural area contaminated by AIDS Wolf has been thoroughly disinfected and sterilized.

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