Review(s): TOWU - Hometown

[Editor's Note: I wrote two reviews for one album (this time on purpose!). The first is my REAL review. The second is a "funny" one I wrote to show members of the band as a goof.]
TOWU - Hometown

R.I.P., TOWU (That's short for "Rest In Peace, The Old World Underground). Gadsden's own indie-proto-post-punky band of miscreants are calling it quits, or more like moving on to other racket(s). But first they have some last minute business to attend to, that being Hometown. And what a way to wrap it up! The record opens with "Broad", with its deceptive as hell intro. Jesse Norris is frantic and rambling and probably the most confident in his voice I've ever heard. I've previously complimented their use of saxophone. It doesn't just honk in Faux-No-Wave and it doesn't cheese up everything. Dude's a proper artist. The music is scatterbrained (in a good way). Jumping from style to style a million times in a tune is a trap that many of the more musically trained (they were in high school marching band) local musicians fall into. At least around here. Like "Dig how clever I am". TOWU is beyond that. All the hopping around is still in service of the song. It has to be about the song. These little weirdos have managed to explore avenue after avenue without wasting our time or at the expense of the song. Not gonna say that Hometown is for everyone, but TOWU was never for everyone. This is their best sounding recording, their most intricate, but also, somehow, their most punk rock. -Harmless



ALTERNATE REVIEW....


           TEMU: Homelander

These dumb fucks are back with their bitch music. But they say they're quitting though. Maybe they ran outta ideas to steal from New York Warhol butthole-lickers. Maybe their sax player saw the Lost Boys and found his new calling. I still believe. Sometimes the guitar is loud. Sometimes the guitar is quiet. I wish it was more quiet. Like WAY more quiet. The bass goes "dum dum dum." The drums go "dum dum dum." The lyrics are "dum dum dum." I streamed this on my phone and now my algorithm is fucked. Adios Amigos! - Harmful 

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