Blistering fast-paced Punk Rock energy proton pills shoved down your esophagus. Gobble Gobble. Glug Glug Glug, Rallllph... Let’s Get It On and not like the Ed Sheeran Remake ha ha ha.
Everyone's loveable favourite punk that seemingly appears in every Punk Rock documentary…Keith Morris continues to pulverize, perpetuate, pontificate and ponder life, death and all that other gobbly gook in between much in the tradition of early Circle Jerks however perhaps more refined like a version of Pong but on some newly designed drug to speed up production to fight the impending doom of the A. I robots that are coming to get us and take over our souls, and minds and impregnate us with their probing fertile fingers. Christ! We are doomed! Morris spits vile piles of venom with lines like “ Don’t Tell Me What to Do” and “ I Don’t Need Your Validation”. Mind you I was always partial to Golden Shower Of Hits (Jerks on 45). Put a Little Love in Your Heart! Remember kids sinners never win! So let the sunshine in and bask in the light…however, without the dark you have imbalance!
OFF! Have the intensity of early Circle Jerks releases like Group Sex or Wild In The Streets and have kept that consistent throughout all their releases and lineups. My friend Keith is the Wizard behind the curtain calling the shots and has never allowed Toto to pull open that curtain. And your little dog too!... I have to emphasize and who really cares anyways but Morris has always been my favoured Black Flag vocalist (although I might get argumentation from the Dez camp! Honourable mention goes out to all other Black Flag vocalists…they all have a special place in my dark cavernous heart or should I say Damaged Cavernous heart).
Free LSD is as solid as John Holmes with a bag of elastics back in the day. Boing Boing Boing! What goes up must come down! They stay true to their school riding the third rail of hardcore tap roots and emerging through history as sinker roots which give way to the fine root system ( See I paid attention in science class and waited 30 years to talk about the roots of a tree now to figure out how to work in the Dewey decimal system) After numerous intense, fiery, fuming, extravasated plumes of globular fireballs it ends as quickly as it blasts off into the stratosphere. Weeeee like another multi-millionaire phallic throbbing rocket ship penetrating the moist sky. Now that is deep.
This release sees OFF! With their first release in 8 years and coughing up a new rhythm section of drummer Justin Brown( Herbie Hancock/Thundercat) and plodding plundering bassist Autry Fulbright II (...And You Will Know Us By The Trail of Dead ).
Adding Justin and Autry to the attack gives the current lineup a new pep in the step, it’s the cat meow, you ain’t got a thing if you don’t have the swing partnered with Morris’ pent-up self-isolation raging blues not to be confused with Henry’s gun in mouth blues. Oh, Henry!
Want a blast of caffeinated supercharged energy brain swilling swizzle stick shaken not stirred house special? Well step right up and take a ride on the OFF! Express. All aboard! Prepare for lift-off. Enjoy the ride!
