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Sub Pop
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Fat Possum
Sluts of Trust
We Are All Sluts of Trust
Chemikal Underground

Rating: 7/10 ?

February 18, 2000
It's beginning to feel like the only people who really picked up on the brilliance that was The Jesus Lizard were our neighbors in the UK. Sure, the American indie rock press still pays lip service to The Lizard's early '90s reign of terror, and Goat and Liar continue to sell quite well and have pretty much been accepted into the canon, but our rock and roll clubs are full of a bunch of fucking Gang of Four would-bes and weekly '80s dance nights. Occasional Lizard-isms surface in the newest Steve Albini joints, but they almost always receive an ironic rethinking that robs them of their true danger.

Yes, one of the filthiest, most visceral rock bands ever toured our venues, released a handful of great records, and even received a little mainstream exposure at the height of their career... A decade after the fact, it seems like those across the pond are the only ones who remember David Yow's debauched fits and Duane Dennison's face-punching riffs. Welsh act McLusky have garnered their share of rave reviews and namedrops with their last two Lizard-worshipping LPs and now Scottish duo Sluts of Trust have taken it upon themselves to kick our asses in that same Chicago fashion.

Seriously, now - these dudes really do sound like The Jesus Lizard, and in the best of ways. Instead of just copping the band's swagger and gut-level rock purism, these two musical perverts have managed to tap into the soul of the matter. When Sluts of Trust sing about deviant sex, let loose with animalistic yelps, or pummel you into the ground with massive, skull-jarring cock rock riffs, they're not merely adopting some faux badass persona or putting on airs; were I a father, I wouldn't let my son spend the night at their house, and I damn sure wouldn't let my daughter go on a date with either of these twisted fucks. Here is your danger. Here is your rock and motherfucking roll. Really.

Of course, a larger question still remains: Why should you take the time to listen to this record instead of just revisiting Goat for the 497th time? Answer: The melodies, dude. Whereas the Lizard, and pretty much every other ass-kicking Chicago noise rock outfit (see: any of Steve Albini's projects), have always forced you to care by way of brute force, Sluts of Trust corral your attention with harmonized guitars, snappy angular breakdowns, and even a few yearning vocal lines. They can go a bit too heavy on the pop stuff when they break into a slow song, but most of the time the Sluts strike a perfect balance between catchiness and sheer rock brutality.

All in all, we've got one of the year's strongest debuts on our hands; with a little more fireworks and a little fewer direct similarities to a certain band who I've already mentioned far too many times in this review, these two sick bastards could create one of the most fully-realized interpretations of the rock aesthetic in quite some time.

Reviewed by Phillip Buchan
A one-time music director at WUOG in Athens, Phillip is into college radio, literature, writing, buying records, going to shows, talking to friends, learning -- pretty much the same stuff that all of us priveledged, (pseudo?)intellectual Americans are into.

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