I've seen Puffy Areolas
play countless times, but to be completely honest, until I heard their new LP, 1982: Dishonorable Discharge
), I wasn't exactly sure what they sounded like. The live version
of the Puffys is a confrontational seven-headed beast, using abrasive saxophones, echo boxes, recklessly tossed guitars, relentless repetition, and a semi-improvised vibe to create a disorienting psychedelic cacophony. On record, the band reins it in just enough for you to make out what's happening: dark, groovy, dirty protopunk, with just a touch of Krautrock. It's densely layered, bloated with bad vibes, and packed with so many thinly veiled drug references that it'd make Iggy Pop blush. This is anything but the feel-good record of the year—you'll probably feel like taking a shower when the needle comes up at the end of side two. —Luca CimarustiRunning, Zath, and Lil Tits open.