Terrible Twos S/T L.P.

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In the grand tradition of sorely missed Michigan/Wisconsin mutants The PIRAHNAS, CLONE DEFECTS, and the CATHOLIC BOYS, These Detroit amped up freaks raise the bar with their first full-length album on Criminal IQ. Spazzed-out chord changes, throbbing rhythms, caterwauling guitars, art-damaged keyboards, and tough love vocals all mix into some fucked up ELECTRIC EELS with prog chops head stew. This is thug rock n roll covered in a Day-Glo sheen of weird!


Criminal IQ Records has released the spine-cracking debut LP by Detroit's Terrible Twos this week, and with all of the jabbering on about their collision of the Piranhas' greatest moments, along with an acidic and breathtaking stab into the 21st century's limitless punk fusions, it's without a doubt, one of the Motor City's best full-length releases in a long time. Almost as if the power and slanted viciousness of their odd angles were as eruptive as an unpredictable volcano, the Terrible Twos really pulled it together into a tight foot-long of furious and erratic punk carnage that will be tough to follow. As one of the premier groups in the post-hype Detroit aftermath along with fellow bands, Red Red Red, Tyvek, Odd Clouds, and Human Eye, it always seemed like the Terrible Twos were the bunch that had the most ambition to get their noise to the outer regions, and were perpetually on the road, paying their dues and winning over new fans on a daily basis. You could even tell from their debut 7" on X! Records that what they were doing was just slightly off on their own tangent, and despite all the comparisons and affiliations, it's now time to hold Terrible Twos in their own regard as one of the high points of 21st century Detroit punk.

With songwriting that angrily stands on it's own without deriving any more than a nuance here and there, this album emerges as an agitated ball of organ-fried ferocity that always seems to be spinning out of control, yet brings it all back home with a consistency and audacious blasting that's exactly what the world needs right now. Add in dual-fired vocals from Craig and Chris raging from both sides, and it's got the momentum to creep right into your skull and dissolve into your corrupted core value system before you even have the chance to resist their writhing and scurrilous agenda of covertly taking over your impressionable mind. In the grand tradition of the equally damaged and delightful lineage of great rock'n'roll deconstructionists before them, Terrible Twos have put together 2008's first runaway hit album that should further reinforce their rightful position in modern punk's hallowed halls of acceptance and shoot them straight to the top of the theoretical "charts."