Atlanta’s SUBSONICS are a gutter-glam, minimal rock’n’roll trio. This is their 8th album and it’s called “Flesh Colored Paint.” Like all their previous works, this is a distilled hodgepodge of decades of popular culture and classic literature culminating in a collection of short and groovy shambolar: Chuck Berry, Albert Camus, AM radio rock jocks, Bo Diddley, Golden Age TV, surrealism, Mad Magazine, kung-fu flicks, Herman Melville, Little Richard, self-negating philosophy, David Johansen, The Bible, Dee Dee Ramone, Lee Van Cleef, Cornell Woolrich, advertising jingles, Dada, Carole King, Bugs Bunny, and Casablanca; the poem, not the film. This is a gorgeous mess of a record, and it’s cool. REAL COOL, KILLER. We hope you’ll find something within to make you think, or at the very least, dance, if it’s too deep.
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Kinda like the Damned circa '78 meets Radio Birdman meets Chuck Berry meets The Testors. A bit of The Briefs / Stitches and label-mates Slander Tongue in there for good measure. This is fucking rock n' roll. Buy or die. brantly