This Victoria, B.C quartet were touted as the new Screamers, in that they use the same unconventional, distinctive set-up, harsh, dominating, creepy synths, pounding drums, wildly screaming vocals, and no guitars (though unlike their L.A. 1977-1981 forebears, Hot Hot Heat utilize a bass). And sure enough, they do bear a certain unconfined animal assault, if not in the primo song material, nor the fierce intellect and subversive humor (that also distinguished the great, late Tomata du Plenty and Co). A recent signing to Sub Pop, this band may well be going places, as there's no denying their abrasive, no-holds-barred aggression. Whether it's throat-punishing screecher, Matthew Marnik, or the flagitious mastery of keyboardist Steve Bays, these songs are designed to make you feel uncomfortable and crazed, and they succeed well. This LP even made the cat run out of the room! You might soon follow. This stuff is pretty depraved (and great at the same time), but one can only take so much.
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AllMusic Review by Jack Rabid