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Be Your Own Pet
Self-titled
Ecstatic Peace / Universal CD
"I'm an independent motherfucker / And I'm here to take your money / I'm wicked, rad, and I'm here / To steal away your virginity."*
All I can say is Thurston Moore is the motherfuckin' man!
Be Your Own Pet is not afraid to hold back. Raw, youthful, and fiery, Be Your Own Pet's self-titled debut full-length on Mr. Moore's Ecstatic Peace is full of piss-n-vinegar. It's far from a tight and controlled sound, but anyone who loves unbridled punk-rock will enjoy the clamoring clatter of Nashville's Be Your Own Pet.
Belting out fifteen tracks in thirty-three minutes, Be Your Own Pet sets it off. Without a need for a breather (minus the less-than-hyper "October, First Account"), BYOP quickly sprint through a barrage of noisy, grating garage punk ditties. Catchy bruisers like "Bicycle Bicycle, You Are My Bicycle" and "Bunk Trunk Skunk" get the aural neurons jumping, while the fifty-eight second "Lets Get Sandy (Big Problem)" hits hard and fast echoing the super-charged Tokyo based Melt-Banana.
"We are adventuring, we are adventurers." Be Your Own Pet isn't afraid to wander off the beaten path, stumble around, and get a little lost. Even though a good majority of the songs blend into each other, these hyper-hypo teenagers keep your interest and your head and leg twitching. It's crude but catchy. Jemina Pearl's screeching vocals cut like a knife, the cymbal crashes constantly ring, the bass and guitar buzz and sting like a threatened bee. Be Your Own Pet's debut is a kool thing.
by Fake Train
*Taken from "Bunk Trunk Skunk"
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