Cleveland’s Homostupid’s new record is tunnel ride through a reverb soaked youth hall that spreads confusion like manure in the spring soil. Instead of plastering “fuck the system” stickers on their guitar cases, plenty of shit tickets get issued to unlikely suspects resulting in some intellectual blockage. Its a confusing hot mess that will have you coming back to it time and time again. This is truly a rocker.
Picking up the hanky from developmentally challenged rock is a given, and after full length number two the band has taken to re-rendering some early efforts into the making of a waste cake of ungodly proportions. So, you dear listener are in for a buffet of great taste and unparelled ear fuckery. Don’t worry – it’s SKULL MUSIC so you can rest your nappy dome assured.