When I get a 7-inch in the mail I secretly hope it’ll sound like “Scared”: Torn up like a post-war disposition, emotionally stilted, unpredictable, and indebted to punk and, in an indirect way, power-violence. Jesus, it’s as if Nudes plugged into my brain and asked the question, “What do we not hear NEAR enough of in the underground?” This is it, broody, this is it, raw like Johnny Cochran’s intentions and bridling against any kind of authority, whether it emerge from genre considerations or those who prefer to keep indie-rock tidy and reliable. If you respect bands like Das Oath/Dead & Gone/Charles Bronson, labels like Ebullition, legends like that of Choking Victim, the idea of The Plot To Blow Up The Eiffel Tower, and those early, warp-speed Bad Brains recordings, you’ll hear cuts like “Creatures” and wonder how you’ve been doing without them. I’m sure Nudes already have broken up and formed a few new bands, but don’t let Stain become one of those 7-inches you pass on, then regret until your dying days. Who knew Seattle had this kind of murderous energy? Time to bring back The Abodox…
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