Saturday, February 5, 2011

The Post Office Gals - 2006 Esbeohdes


Band : The Post Office Gals
Album : Esbeohdes
Release Year : 2006
Genre : Noisecore / Grindcore / Experimental

Tracklist : 
1. I Wanna See You Naked On The Internet
2. Steam-Powered Oscillating Machines
3. This Is Krunktronics!
4. No Patent Leather Shoes For Catholic School Girls
5. So, How's About Them Death Squads?
6. Right-Click My Heart, Save As "Broken"
7. I Drive An I-Roc Because I Rawk!
8. So Many Issues Of Teen People, So Little Time To Masturbate
9. The Bitter Irony Of The Miss Teen New Jersey Pageant
10. Good, I'm Glad

Shit, i kinda forgot about this band, until i found it rusted in my old flash drive. For those who don't know or never heard The Post Office Gals you better check this out! 
The Post Office Gals play a newer style of grindcore you're apt to hear in newer wave frontrunners like the Locust and Daughters. This means short and screamy, minute-long bursts of body spasms that owe more to punk than the type of death metal nearly interchangeable with the style. So while you won't find ultra low, from-the-pits-of-hell bellowing and metaphors for society's decay, you will hear those same hyperactively scaling guitars and see plenty of cheeky, pop culture-referencing long song titles ("Right Click My Heart Save as 'Broken,'" "So Many Issues of Teen People, So Little Time to Masturbate"). 
On second thought, the POGs are hardly restricted within grind's boundaries. There's a distinctly liberal use of keyboards; sure, the aforementioned Locust are supporters of the instrument, but POGs' technique makes sure they're loud and prominent in the mix, and generally wacky throughout, not to mention absolutely relentless. It also acts as the band's crutch, as they're usually bouncing along paces unusually slow for the genre, especially in the drums, but that's okay, as it gives the band some originality. 
POGs' lyrics are hilariously lazy, as well. It's not that this is actually an issue, as with this genre the indecipherable, scratchy roar of the vocalist usually renders them useless, but it's still funny to observe.


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