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Screaming Females - Castle Talk
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Castle Talk
Don Giovanni
Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross - The Social Network [Original Soundtrack]
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The Social Network [Original Soundtrack]
The Null Corporation
Deerhunter - Halcyon Digest
Halcyon Digest
No Age - Everything in Between
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Everything in Between
Sub Pop
Robyn - Body Talk Pt. 1/ Body Talk Pt. 2
Body Talk Pt. 1/ Body Talk Pt. 2
The Walkmen - Lisbon
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Fat Possum
Monitor Records

Rating: NR/10 ?

October 1, 2004
Oxes want to burn down your village and fuck your mothers. They will lay to waste your crops and impregnate your women. They will trample underfoot anything and everything in the way of their rock stampede. Your village will not be spared. With this, the band's second, simply titled full-length album, Oxes are attempting to make their bid for the slot left empty by the dissolution of Don Caballero, and a mighty fine bid it is.

In eight tracks, Oxes blow their way through a collection of drunk and sloppy, sometimes mathy - if you didn't take rock and roll calculus, or if you just slept through it - and loud as hell anthems that swell, fade, befuddle, and then erupt at the seems. It's 43 minutes of near unbridled rock, and if that's your thing, then you will need to pick this album up. The bass-less trio weaves staccato arpeggios and palm muted guitar chunking like a tiny leak in a Danish Dam waiting for the right moment to explode into a manic flood of power chord chaos. While drummer Christopher Freel may not possess the technical savvy of Damon Che (and who really does?), he does manage to pound away at his kit like he is hung bigger than Tommy Lee. Let's all just be thankful that he doesn't literally rock out with his cock out, lest our own inadequacies be painfully brought out in a public display of shame.

The great thing about this album is that the songs are never overly long or tedious to listen to even though the last track is an eleven-minute epic barnburner, and the more chaotic sections never rely on just feedback and noise alone. There is a mélange of percussive timbres, and just plain and simple wacked-out phrasings. The break downs always intertwine odd sounds, and at one point the band is cruising along at breakneck speed when all the layers of sound fade away; the power dies like someone threw the switch on the breaker box, yet the guitars still flail around like fish out of water. The record is full of playful instances like this that will have you grinning from ear to ear one moment, and doing your best Angus Young impression on your air guitar the next.

While it may have taken a bit of controversy for this band to get your attention - the artwork for the vinyl copies of this album happen to contain a little nudity and some drug use, and the CD artwork portrays a staged protest of the vinyl's lewdness in which one small child hilariously holds a sign that states "Oxes Ruined My Life!" - thankfully the album itself will live up to its hype. If you are a fan of Don Caballero or the Melvins, or if you are looking for a band that is a little less structured, yet as slick and highfalutin as The Fucking Champs, then this slightly mysterious group with a bunch of untitled songs and plenty energy to burn may be your new fatted golden calf.

Reviewed by Mark Skipper
Mark Skipper currently resides in Nashville, TN where he can be found skipping shows, drinking Guinness, making bad home recordings, and complaining about how much music sucks these days.

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