Dirtclodfight


Hunting Lesson

Dirtclodfight - Hunting Lesson ©1993 Flipside
1. Dress Like A Fish
2. Insulator Man
3. She Must Be An Artist
4. Mija
5. Blowdryer In The Bathtub
6. Gardening Conspiracy
7. When To Sink
8. Long Tongue
9. The One That Killed Him

I bought this record after seeing Dirtclodfight open up for Nomeansno in Mesa AZ a few years ago. The lead guitarist had such awesome licks and melodies coupled with the fact the band themselves was starving (y'know...touring hassles) that I had to pitch in for the record. Well, I found out afterwards that the singer cannot sing (from where I was standing, all I heard was the lead guitar). Phil Merwin, who is a very capable rhythm guitarist, has a thin, tiny voice that just simply aggravates the hell out of me. I could be doing that! But that's punk rock for you. I admit I've never been overly impressed with this record, but recently I put it on at the urging of a fan and found that once you put Merwin's voice aside, the music is pretty engaging. The Merwin brothers are good guitarists and pull off a grunge hybrid that shows a little inventiveness in songwriting. A lot of times the music moves at Sabbath pacing, but there is enough clever guitar playing to make it interesting. Just tune out the singing.

Review by John Chedsey

Review date: 09/1997

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Suffering The Aftertaste

Dirtclodfight - Suffering The Aftertaste ©1994 Flipside
1. Mirror Liquor
2. His Final Cancellation Notice
3. At Least I Bring Gifts
4. Song For An Asthmatic
5. ...And Crammed
6. Feel Free To Gape
7. The Rodent Incident
8. Scattered Smothered & Covered
9. I Got Crazy Things
10. Gimp, An Autobiography
11. Real Food
12. Everyday: The Laundry
13. O, The Filth Of It All

Again, the major turn-off for most people is Merwin's vocals. When I bought this tape in '94, I don't think my attention span ever allowed me to completely make it through. Finally, at the urging of a Dirtclodfight fan, I played this tape again and found that it's not all the bad. Still entrenched in a grunge style (but not like what was going on in Seattle...more a distortion drenched, Sabbath snail paced thing), the band rumbles though a dozen plus one songs that features some of the best song titles around. ("Gimp, an autobiography" is worth the price of admission.) The guitarplay between the Merwins continues to blossom into a rather formidable gauntlet of sonic destruction. Though I probably won't play this often, it is a much better listen than I remember.

Review by John Chedsey

Review date: 10/1997

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