You know what I love? Good music. You know what I love more? Good music that’s funny as hell.
The piano-drum duo of Slow Mo Erotic are a power force of win and awesome, driven by their nihilistic tongue-in-cheek critique of everyone and everything. For example the fan favorite song, Fuck All Y’all, manages to talk shit on every race and creed out there in line with that ‘I’m not racist, I hate everyone equally’ mentality– reminiscent of Voltaire’s song God Thinks.
Their debut album, The HOLLA!caust, is filled with amazing love songs– from Urge To Purge, a love/lust song of a cannibal, to the desperately abusive Be Here When I Get Back, and just plain desperate Let’s Settle For Each Other– to songs about the people we know, like Cunt, The HOLLA!caust, and surprisingly prudent Heartbroken Homophobe.
Needless to say, I love this band. But don’t just take my word for it, here are a but a few of my friends reactions:
Nathan, from the kitchen: “SLOW MO ROCKS!”
Ashleigh, from the couch: “Just make something up. You already know I think it’s awesome, I don’t know what else you want me to say.”
There’s a whole slew of songs worthy of your dolla dolla’s on this album, and if you have said dolla dolla’s I urge you to get it. The two ‘mo’s in Slow Mo Erotic need it to buy more lube.
My cat Grenadine loves this album. Mind you, this cat is not one of those awesome rock-loving felines you occasionally come across at one of your stoner friends house. This thing is utterly insane. She’s the kind that hisses at you for being near her, will attack my other cat Indya after an hour of cuddling, and snaps her jaws on your finger if you so much as think of picking her up. But here she is, cuddled up right next to me and my laptop while I blast this album.
One of the granddaddies of hardcore punk rock, the late Darby Crash of L.A.’s the Germs, was forced to hide the fact he was gay from the homophobic and brutally violent Huntington Beach crowd. Things were even worse for the queer punk in the macho, street-thug New York crowd or the jock-oriented straight-edge scene in Boston.
Raw, hard, straight ahead New York hardcore. The kind of shit I absolutely LOVE. The kind of music that only sounds better at a show with shout-a-longs and a bad ass circle pit. GO! is this kind of band, and so it’s no surprise that I fucking love GO!
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