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COUCH SLUT - You Could Do It Tonight - Vinyl (LP)
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May 1, 2024
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April 23, 2024
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Free delivery on many items. Same-day despatch, no-question returns. Authorised dealers - full technical support. Online since 1997. Shop categories Information COUCH SLUT You Could Do It Tonight (eco mix vinyl LP + booklet limited to 200 copies) Brutal Panda US
Cat: BPR 100V. Rel: 22 Apr 24
Punk/Hardcore
Side 1 - Track 1. Couch Slut LewisSide 1 - Track 2. Ode To JimboSide 1 - Track 3. Wilkinson's SwordSide 1 - Track 4. The DonkeySide 2 - Track 1. Presidential WelcomeSide 2 - Track 2. Energy Crystals For HealingSide 2 - Track 3. Downhill RacerSide 2 - Track 4. Laughing & CryingSide 2 - Track 5. The Weaversville Home For Boys
Self-described "putrid, drug-fueled gutter rock from the filthy streets of NYC", Couch Slut deal in ugliness, and boy is business a-boomin'! Meshing the most challenging facets of grindcore, hardcore punk, noise rock and black metal, the resulting cacophony is as unpleasant as it is impenetrable, yet the commanding presence of vocalist and primary songwriter Megan Osztrosits demands you suffer the audible torment while she details harrowing depictions of sexual violence, drug abuse and more singular inner-city horrors through subversive, vitriolic and grimly humoured phrases. Working with industrial hardcore manglers Uniform's Ben Greenberg (with previous production credits for Drab Majesty, Portrayal of Guilt, Metz), You Could Do It Tonight marks the fourth overall full-length from the group, and utterly refuses to dilute or smoothen their ethos of audibly healing through pain, or just pain for the fuck of it.
