Fourth Self-Titled Album

VINYL FORMAT. The long awaited return of professional weirdos, The Spits. Fresh from the studio with their fourth self-titled LP on Thriftstore Records, The Spits show no sign of slowing down with their latest effort, mixing equal parts Devo and Misfits into an aurally addictive, synth-inflected stew. The Spits have never shied away from esoteric subject matter musically. Previous records have contained themes of escaped Nazi war criminals, nuclear winters, commie spies, and terrorist attacks, coupled with back alley booze-fests, brain-bruising bong rips, skateboards, and fisticuffs. With songs about constable evasion, Huxley-esque visions of metropolitan horror and alien abduction, this album should prove to be just as desperately disparate and sonically sordid as previous salvos.