Thirsty Giants Escape the Junkyard LP
Three power chords, fast drums, palm-mutes, and snotty vocals. Honestly, it’s amateur hour here, but I would have loved this shit at twelve years old. Fuck the haters. These dudes keep ripping and keep putting out records, and that’s what it’s all about. The vocals have improved and are much more prominent in the mix than on their previous efforts. My favorite part of the record is the phlegm-producing sound at the end of the second track, “This Thing Called Junk.” It’s snotty and confrontational and the exact kind of shit you throw in your Walkman while trying to ollie that three-stair over at the local middle school.