Hawks
Rat Talker [7-inch; Army of Bad Luck]

Holy shit, part of me wants to skip this one over and save myself the critical sweat but hey, reviewing curiosities such as Hawks’ “Rat Talker” builds character, right? (Right?) So fuck, let me see if I’ve got this straight: Leftover Crack/Choking Victim + Blood Brothers vocals, production pried from the skeletal hands of a stoner-doom production, riffs that actually are more hard-rock than punk, and a drummer that thinks he’s running the show, fillin’ and drillin’ and bee-boppin’ and scattin all over the place? Really? (Am I asking too many questions in this review? Oops, there’s another one.) And… fuck my mother I think I just… Yep, I just heard a bass, AND guitar, solo. I’m not even sure where to turn at this point. Since I can’t help but think my vexation is a positive sign on some level I’ll go ahead and slap a thumbs-up sticker on this dick-kicker’s dirty bumper, but I’ve got some advice for you, pal: tread lightly. There are a lot of things happening on this record that you haven’t had to contend with in a long, long while. I’m a changed man.

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