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DX of Distort/ Total Control/ UV Race/ etc yammers on & on about the FACTORYMEN:

Factorymen Yellow Eyes and the Sound of Vomit LP
Stiv Pepper return with most clever of record. Many song is from other song and radio. There is many confuse to listen with Factorymen. This is record you cannot make a friend or with. Because Factorymen is distinguish in it very idiosyncratic and disturb mind. Expect to
Beyond weird lies Factorymen, cutting samples from orchestral Beatlesinterpretations or rap music into deranged retard greeting 4am radio host. A sampler beats a pulse and through the haze and murk of a guitar and a couple ice cubes dropping onto a vacuum cleaner and an injured septuagenarian moaning into a wet cushion there lumbers more haze and murk. No tendrils point to anything solid with a knowing wink that say “me consider John Cale’s 80’s records to be tits”. The closest thing that might come to mind of a genetically superior saint of God’s kind choice is that Harmonia may have sounded like this without the money, without the Germany, with a sick sense of humour, with better drugging.
There are a couple of SONGS on this one, among the obfuscation of drone and field recordings of piss splattering onto crinkling copies of Mad stuffed in a basket next to the toilet of a sharehouse. Housemates who wouldn’t know the surnames or general whereabouts of anyone they lived with celebrate Factorymen.
It’s just the kind of record that would make a square self identify as a square, in an era where a 14 year old churns through Whitehouse and an entire decade of Russian NSBM before they’ve even heard of Roxy Music. Someone has to call you out, look you in the eye and see you’re made of milk, low fat milk, that curdles and stinks when you’re alone in your bedroom staring at the mirror, cupping your breasts and holding your stomach and swearing not to look at the photos of her on her blog again, or measuring yourself with a ruler and trying to find a median size, and maybe you’ll move to Korea because you’ll be a man there, and take another pill and hope that the anxiety eases enough just so you can learn the riffs for the Mayhem song you want to cover at band practice… band practice with yourself and your laptop.
Someone has to know this about you. Stiv Pepper knows this, he points at you and he is very happy to share the insights of the free spirited with a gleeful HAW HAW HAW.
Unconcerned with moral turpitude, national dignity, personal growth, evocative imagery or the collaborative spirit of music, Factorymen is absurd noise for the entertainment and edification of the Steppenwolf and the alienation and confusion of the mass, which includes YOU.
It is also make many fine time to laugh and shine light into many fruitless task of inane intellectual chatter.

Steve mentioned to me or to the Internet that he always looks for Gaunt’s Whitey the Man 10” in a person’s record collection (a record I promptly bought when found after he and the rest of the beautiful wonderful Pleasure Leftists crashed in my cramped apartment) - and this Factorymen record, in all its undefinable glory, is going to be my version of Steve’s litmus test.

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