3rd full length from this touring machine recorded by Mr. Albini. A band most of US have seen drunk that reminds mostly of drunks they make the most outta 2 four string guitars & one drummer. From the woods by Bellingham WA we call it Estrus Country.
J**S
Dear FedX: Please leave the package just inside the door
I gotta concur with those below: this album does NOT dissapoint - it fully lives up to the promise of their first record, which is equally fantastic (and which your girlfreind will also hate). Heavy distorted Sabbath riffs over tight, technical, and occasionally even prog-ish rythyms, though always without polish or posturing - very garage in a distinctly NON chic or trendy way. These guys can PLAY, but they don't showboat either their talent, or their Estrus-label-hipster-credibility. Anguished bluesy vocal hooks are the maraschino atop this rapidly melting sonic sundae (sorry), and make the previously-alluded-to Black Sabbath comparisons inevitable, but one may also find oneself inclined to name-drop such classic heavies as Mudhoney, Fugazi, and Queens of the Stoneage. This is what happens when guitar prodigies go undiscovered and are forced to pump gas for a living, gradually succumbing to the swirling black vaccuum of alchoholic oblivion and occasionally recording albums along the way. A lost cause never sounded so good . . . and I don't think they want rock and roll to save them, but it just might.
N**D
Your girlfriend might not like it.
This album is reminiscent of albums I've grown up with and still refer to when the bands I'm supposed to like just suck to me.Federation X needs to be played at maximum volume from a car stereo in the parking lot of an all ages show while trying to drink whiskey out of your coat pocket. The only bad thing is its too short to really piss the neighbors off. This is a great rock and roll album for those of us that miss the days before everybody tried to out "goth" or "retard" the world. The world needs more Federation X.
