Anti Product
Made in USA LP
It’s a good job Anti-Product have made records, because it proves they exist. Otherwise witnesses of their intense live show might believe that they were the victim of some drug induced hallucination.
Another good reason to get these guys in the recording studio is because it keeps them off the street, where they habitually self-publicise themselves through a strict routine of nakedness, meat-wearing, and puking on DJ’s.
On the down-side, it’s equally possible that playing the CD will cause some kind of relapse.
Hard rock from the outset, ‘Thank God I’m Right’ sets the stage for regression with an ‘Isolation’ style into followed by an uncompromising heavy rock ‘n’ roll riff that, like the vocal, could also have come from a mid-nineties Therapy? album.
Second track, ‘Turnin’ Me On’, is more of a punk-rock affair that gets a lift from the smooth backing vocals and the catchy chorus. It’s clear, even after just two songs, that this band can change the direction of it’s sound to create tracks that are unique within a record that has few constraints in terms of genre.
Other attention grabbers include ‘Better Than This’, the a-side of Anti-Product’s epic 55 minute, 16 track, maxi-single. It has a grinding pace that bounces along with yet another hooky chorus featuring those trademark backing vocals alongside Kane’s big lead vocal.
‘Something Good’ is completely off the wall, kicking off like an Abba track that shoots off into a Queen vs Offspring song with a twisted combination of parts that bring to mind ‘Pretty Fly For a White Guy’ and ‘I Want To Ride My Bicycle’.
‘My Favorite Can’ is the final listed track and is a swinging glam-rock style tune complete with a chorus that verges on all-out pop. In fact, you could add sleigh bells and release this song in December if you were desperate for cash (and presumably a band that sells their own bodily fluids via their website is verging on desperation).
Anti-Product are an international phenomenon that, despite immense levels of coverage in just about every music page, seems to remain underground (like an unexploded WWII bomb). It’s Rock ‘n’ Roll, Punk, and Glam in one sexual and satirical box and it’s a triumph of style as well content.
In a world of colourful packaging, who will notice the product?
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