GIORGIO MURDERER - Holographic Vietnam War LP

Alien Snatch Records.

MINAL BOREDOM July 2017 Just the highlights here folks (and there's a lot of them here on what is the first Murderer full length): to begin, the audio trickery of "I Aint Doing So Hot" immediatley reminds you he's a genius. It's one song that is actually two when you think about it (and you will). And it's a real good one, one of the four or five that will become GM/BB canon off this LP. "Theme from..." is a genuinely killer instro of the lo-fi kind. "Get Murdered By A Robot" is this record's "Not Gettin Stabbed". Winner. "Theme from Bill and Ted..." adds the sort of cosmic bleep-bloop necessary to keep us on track in this sci-fi movie. I had to give the massive amount of space at the end of the side a quick check with the needle just to make sure there wasnt a track hidden there. Nope. Just EAT SHIT carved in the dead wax. "Electronic Lighter" is very practical. "Games" is actually one of my faves musically here, reminds me of a retarded BBC sound studio track (Diptheria Derbyshire is credited here). But really the entire side is prelude to "Beat Up The West Coast", which has GM executing some guitar wizardry (master of the downstroke) and throwing down the gauntlet for real. GM did the deal here, it's just the right length to hit and run, slip you some hits annd vanish into the matrix. On the GM/NBB scale, this one is much better than the last Biloxi LP. Best band member name: Kenny Logarithms. And as a side note, the pictures and paraphenalia used in the art are actually from the artist's father's service oveerseas. Or Im being lied to and this is some time travel horseshit. (RK)

VICTIM OF TIME July 2016 Giorgio Murderer isn't just a clever piss-take on a sadistic style of electric horse crap, bashed out cave-man style across a full LP, it's a full-swing slap to the crotch of anyone who thinks there's nothing worthwhile going on in modern junk rock. It's no secret that Giorgio Murderer is the alter-ego of New Orleans' rage-rocker Buck Biloxi, and here in his more free-form state, his sick and dystopic world view gets the sizzling circuits humming quite well. Like two twin delinquents, bleary and disgusted with the garbage world we loathe in, day in and day out, both Buck and Giorgio tow a similar weight, but where Buck instantly grabs a brick when things get heavy, Giorgio just lights up a clove cigarette and bobs along to a sinister synth pattern, eyeing the best route to your electrocution. The minimalism is monumental, the tone is dismal, and the delivery is deadpan, everything you are looking for in a first date, or your last meal. On their debut LP, Holographic Vietnam War, Giorgio Murderer siphons radiator fluid and rat piss along with a heaping helping of hopelessness and trauma into a ghastly broth of negativity that would probably cave your head in if it wasn't for that dumb skull of yours. Leave it to Diptheria Derbyshire or Kenny Logarithms, these jams are lethal and catastrophic, a level of punk danger you won't be ready for, repeatedly adding pressure to your weaknesses and reminding you how tough those synthesizers can really sound when pushed to their limit. Eleven songs of grudge-centric punk slime, run through a filter of fried armpit hair and burned out electronics, something you surely do not want to miss. Maybe you're already too late, fuck it, these guys are straight from the future and came all this way back to tell us that IT SUCKS. Hallelujah. (TK)