My Dad just got back from a business trip in Columbus. He said that the Ohio river was recently on fire (think about it...a river was on fire). God bless that nasty Ohio river, its polluted waters and virtually everything that comes out of Ohio (Devo, The Indians, etc), including this skeewompus POWER trio who may or may not take their name from that one movie with all those Italians in it.
Big Table No People plays (at first) like a cassette with a stuck reel, caterwauling and reeling like a tinny, drunken yee-haw who's commandeered your iTunes and insists on fucking with all your equilibrium settings. 16 bombastic minutes sputtering with tempo changes, serrated riffs and the ever present thrum of an art-punk bassline. Take "Logjam," a corybantic freak session that crests with Kevin Hall's frenetic insistence that "this is hell, this is hell, this is hell!." or "Generation Loss," who's buzzing, seething salvo only offers the respite of a sinewy low-end teeter-totter once it's jammed its meaty esotercism right between your peepers. Shit, take the album's grandest statement, the humorously named "Not Transcendental, Just Stupid," all weirdo gee-tar noodling, tempo changes, nonsensical shouting and freak-beating, and bore it into your brain.
Music to bum out the squares and the critics. Think post-rock minus the pretension, screamo minus the...you know...screamo, and think of Ohio's storied freakpunk tradition. Catch these cretins in a basement pronto! They're peddling these wares across this great nation of ours in August!
8/3/14 Chicago @Situations
8/4/14 Milwaukee @TBA
8/5/14 Minneapolis @Fuck Mountain
8/7/14 St. Louis @FOAM
8/9/14 Nashville @Springwater