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FTR 706LP
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"Twelve years after this French trio's last LP (the mind-ripping Manifesto Zero), guitarist Gregory (GR) Raimo, bassist Matthieu Canaguier and drummer Antoine Hadjioannou have released an album of material recorded back in 2012 (from the sessions as the Massacre-Rock Deviant Inquisitors EP). And it is another wild brew of destructo rock madness played with a timeless ferocity that lends it the sort of proto-punk MASS that defies its actual date of creation. GR has released other nutsloid records in the interim -- The GR Record Head (Cardinal Fuzz) and the mysterious Electric Rockin' Chair LP by Hôpital De La Conception -- but there's a special, uniquely strange grit to the way the Gunslingers put together their material. Parts of Supreme Asphalt Doser have a tightly wound dynamism that makes me imagine what the Groundhogs might've sounded like if they'd been founded by three speed freaks in Detroit in 1974. It's like the most insane power choogling you've ever heard. One spin of the first side would have sent Lester Bangs straight to hog heaven. The flip is equally messed-up, but with more experimental detailing. The component pieces are still, thick raw slabs of blood-rock, but they're assembled in a way that is pure freakery. 'Be-Bop-A-Lula-Louie-Loua' is like something Rudolph Grey and Von LMO might have come up with if they'd had a sense of humor back in the Red Transistor days. And the collage piece, 'Rebop From Arthur Lipsett's Fluxes,' is a great collision between avant-garde techniques and the band's Brutalist tendencies. I doubt here will ever be another combo quite like the Gunslingers, so everyone should thank their lucky goddamn stars this archival treasure was pulled out of the darkness. It is indeed the Supreme Asphalt Doser. I don't think any other Asphalt Doser even gets close." --Byron Coley, 2022
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WIS 3009CD
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"Who should have thought some incoming spawn would survive No More Invention (2008)? Yes sirs, inside the Grand Procreator's consumed ashes, still half lying half standing thus was some rebel mass endowed with the urge to appear in face of the fallen stuff. It would be chemically determined as a following sacrificial revenge after Invention got lost 2 years ago in a rock located in San Pedro Ville, France. And then came rebellion appearing in its entire regained nudity, though it was given a load of Seltz water so it can endure its own terrifying blast power. Here it is -- now Maniacs & Zealots, be afraid of intending to tickle the Beast from your players! World In Sound presents Manifesto Zero, Gunslingers' second atrocious little deformed baby, recorded on the infuriated November of 2009 while evil-red-eyed wolves were getting enraged in the frightened night. No doubt it has to be a relentless sonic testimony in the style of throwing Vitriol at the snobbish subculture's face and, Willynilly, you'll be given a proper naughty chase and a sixfold punishment always greedy of its prey from start to finish. Rhythmically Cyclopean as overexcited as starving due to the constant hammering of its ritualistic tempo & contra-tempo gluttony, its disturbing debauchery of lysergic & contemplative elements gives besides the whole savagery thing some multipleheaded Beast aspect by leading its own sound color touch (& its obvious axis of devastation) right into the alley of a space glider under oversaturated hypnosis ; and more generally, into variable expressions & exploration areas which stand between Underground Rock Music' unclassified genres & subgenres. Demented Guitar wall-of-acid-riffs, pissed off takeoffs & instrumental smashs on bewitchment mode, harmonic death traps, pulsatory frenzy & insane grooves in the likes of a vicious contortionist highway, startling surrealistic vocals sealed to a psychotic Daedalus-esque bass unfurling, and ultimately a scary statement of visceral power. The whole thing devoted to the cult of analog 4 track tape recording, the everlasting oily machine & Slingers dynamo. Manifesto Zero is nothing less than an authentic firebrand."
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