The dirty, raunchy ass Buffalo band, Pang, really knows how to deepthroat your senses. Listening to their new wreckless, frantic, disastrous EP, Safety Place (Drug Party Records, kind of makes me want to pull my hair out as a last resort means of therapy. Like if I was crashing in a car, this is the music I would like to die listening to.
Shit starts out real happy ("I want you to have the best day") with "Hot Chocolate," then hell breaks loose. A banging drum kit and geetar is matched with hysterical vocals screaming something about whipped cream...I don't know. This is a ridiculous premise of a release, but it still feels good.
Before you go playing this for a mixed audience, don't. I feel this music is best listened in solitude, whilst headbanging in the shower; a perfect morning alarm or "go get 'em" mood conjurer. Maybe the only feasible application for an audience would be a battle cadence where Mel Gibson is painted up on a horse fucking up some Brit's day with a 20 pound sword. That being said, clear the room of innocent earballs and strike up Pang.
