Snörkler

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Snörkler Hot Dignity Dog and Other Future Classics cassette

Spastic egg-punk is what y’all might call SNÖLKER nowadays, but it was called Very Small Records-esqe back before that term was around. It has all the perfect elements of FALSE SACRAMENT, SCHLONG, NONMEANSNO, or VICTIMS FAMILY, with keyboards for all the sulphur egginess you can handle. Four tunes that clock in under nine minutes, all plopped onto a cassette tape. The coughing on the tune “Vape Man” is perfect. Also, I think I’m hearing a flute layered in here. What the fuck is this gorgeous tidal wave of gross perfection called, you ask? I guess it’s called SNÖRKLER.

Snörkler Sleven Songs cassette

Disjointed, riff-less art-punk from Memphis, TN that’s as angular as the cassette’s isometric artwork. Each of the seven songs takes the listener on more of a wild ride than I would ever willingly sign up to be a passenger. I don’t think I fully understand the intention of a band like this. Everyone is clearly good at their instruments, but between the showboating, the herky-jerky start/stops, and the quirky vocal growls into yelps, it almost feels as if each member is fighting for the spotlight. From what I can tell, SNÖRKLER is very novelty costume-heavy in their live performances. Think of it as something of a noise rock SLIPKNOT. Hell, some of the licks don’t sound that far off from that comparison, from what I can recall. To me, this comes across like much more of a confusing art project than a punk band. I was excited when I saw that the singer also plays flute/piccolo in the band, but after three listens, I still can’t find it. A shame. I don’t think there’s a song in existence that has a discernible flute on it that I don’t find strangely beautiful.