STILL SINGLE

A space for thoughts on music and culture, as written by Doug Mosurock and a select handful of individuals. This is intended as a supplement to our regular feature Still Single, published on Dusted Magazine. Updates will run here more frequently, and may feature writing on music not covered in the column. Compact discs are still not accepted for review -- we have more than enough vinyl and the occasional cassette to worry about.

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September 6, 2010

Claw Toe – “Ingrown Ego” b/w “Girl from the Gas Station” 7” (Criminal IQ)

In theme alone, Claw Toe could be this generation’s answer to Strangulated Beatoffs, Happy Flowers, or deeper, darker tardcore concerns of the 80’s and 90’s, except that C.T. has a lot more gas in the clever tank than the bulk of that trash. Think a modernized (or more primitive, depending on which hairs one decides to split) Big Stick….funny, stupid, and semi-genius but nowhere near as brilliant as the untouchable Frogs when that duo was firing on all cylinders (My Daughter The Broad). This will appeal to adventurous Hozac/Termbo acolytes behind the use of shitty drum machine, pointlessly-noisy guitar and feed-backing pedal-train, and half-ass Wax Trax “German” industrial inflection to the spoke-spoke (rather than spoke-sung) vocals, not unlike the Spits without the sub-literate halfwit element or gross case of terminal unoriginality. Claw Toe’s lyrics are quite funny, and the not-quite repetitive lines with comedic tweaks make for subtle hilarity. On the non-vocal side of things, Claw Toe is an entity on its knees begging for a full-length on Load (a good thing). The only drawback here is the tiny concern that Claw Toe might be a lot smarter than its intended audience, and whether or not I just revealed “the point” is lost to an unknown blurriness. Perhaps “concern” is too strong a term. But let’s bring things back around to the realm of clarity: This 7” deserves to be owned, enjoyed, and talked-about. 300 copies. (http://www.criminaliq.com)
(Andrew Earles)

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