$10.00
last copies of the american pressing. 400 pressed on black vinyl. very few left
"More of the new wave of crazies stepping out from the crowd at Now That's Class and onto the stage. Cruelster are four miscreants furthering the Clevo-punk timeline via some mid-tempo punk rocking that's a bit more garage than hardcore in the musical sense, though the singer (named Yes-Yes) is of the hardcore shouter variety. They pack a shit-ton of tunes on this thing (at least 12 on the A-Side alone) to go along with the chaos depicted in the artwork - a tableau of cartoon rabbits, aliens and seemingly nonsensical phrases. I was reading what I thought was a lyrics insert included inside (which is equally clusterfucked) and realized these might not even be the lyrics to these songs (you try following along with no song titles) but just some sort of assemblage of non sequiturs. The A-Side burns faster than a book of matches stuck in someones shoe, recording is shit and gives the songs little variance in the "production" department, but it's all balls all the way, nothing too slick, but certainly not a disservice to Clevo. The radio soundbites are a bonus, in particular the opening bit on Side B, and I like the ballbusting tune that follows it (you tell me the song title, I have no fuckking clue) and that's about it for Side B, making this almost a one-sided 12". They're certainly not the first Cleveland punk band with a penchant for conspiracy theories and gonzo artwork, nor will they be the last. As with most bands from Lake Erie's armpit, the proof is usually in the live pudding and I'll be running that litmus test soon. Scum stats: no idea - sleeves are recycled dollar bin jackets turned inside out and silkscreened."
-TERMINAL BOREDOM