Are you scum? Do you like to root around in the garbage for half-eaten cheeseburgers and broken bottles of beer with a few drops left? Have you ever gotten so wasted that you’ve stripped naked and tried to play yr electric guitar with yr genitals, then you sliced yr dick open so you had to waddle to the bathroom and patch it up with gauze before you bled to death? If so, yr gonna love Huff My Sack.
I don’t love Huff My Sack. I live it. It’s a revelation, a scum punk Bible bestowed upon us by our lord Lumpy. Huff his sack and be baptized. Destroy the Clean Ones, take the drugs, piss in the pool, lose yr mind. Fuck the New Testament, this is the New Hardcore, this shit will actually save you.
As soon as the title track hits, the grime of the guitars is gonna make yr skin crawl. There are bugs on you. You can’t see them, but they’re there. Enjoy that shit. Then a goblin starts yelling at you. He wants you to smell his nut sweat. The air changes. You can smell sweaty balls. It’s a miracle!
Lumpy doesn’t try to confuse his subjects like the false gods. “I’m Gonna Move to New York”? It’s Lumpy telling us he’s “gonnagonnagonnagonnnagonna move to New York“. I used to live in New York. I might move back one day. This shit is relatable. “Looney” is about losing yr mind and not giving a shit. Relatable. “Numbing Agent” is about doing drugs. Relatable. “Pee in the Pool”? Pissing in pools. Relatable. “Spider Bite”? I HAVE BEEN BITTEN BY A FUCKING SPIDER.
We can try and lose ourselves in high art, analyzing some sort of deeper meaning to life. Me, I’d rather analize a pretty young thing and lose myself in the art of getting high, while listening to the most fantastically grotesque punk album in years, rotation, after rotation, after rotation, until my flesh prison rots and I return to the Void.
LISTEN TO THIS SHIT:
BUY THIS SHIT ON VINYL. IF YOU DON’T HAVE A RECORD PLAYER, BUY ONE. A SHITTY ONE. AND A TWELVE PACK OF THE CHEAPEST BEER SOLD IN YR COUNTY.