Community Horse

Factory stamped in the battered hull of America's rust belt, this Columbus, Ohio quartet weigh in with the percussive sway and jagged gift-bearing capacity of a piñata brimming with nails. Community Horse, the band's second album, and first for Reptilian, ups the abrasive ante from the previous full length, "Vil/Viol", pours acid on the bated hooks, and in the noise-rock sea it goes for a twenty-six minute thrashing swim. These twelve explosive tracks reel in a gilled, hybrid monster flailing with barely contained skronky Stooges wildness, the straight-faced, had-it-up-to-here noise-rock deconstructionism of Amphetamine Reptile's finest troops, and more rock than the proverbial garage can handle. The black and white, bare-boned artwork speaks volumes of the stripped down, fucked up musical approach on the album itself. The guitars screech and howl, but always serving a particular point, and always with the song, not against it, or around it, or whatever the sexless, post-post-post rock nerd set is doing these days.