Crust - Crusty Love

Label: Trance Syndicate

Year: 1994

Trivia Alert! Did you know that Crust was originally called "Mud Honey" (thank you Wikipedia)? Wouldn't that have been embarrassing to show up to that big "Mudhoney" show only to find out they'd booked the Seattle band in your place? Ouch!

So, with that out of the way, let's get back into more Austin weirdness from those wacky early 90's. Counting the talents of Ed Hall, Johnboy, Distorted Pony, Cherubs, and the like, the capitol of Texas was churning out some of the best distorted oddities of the age. Seems there was a strain of LSD that rampaged through the rock scene there, warping anything and everything to be blasted through a half stack. Certainly there's some of that roughneck blues damage going on, but everything is coated in the dust of some redneck hallucinogenics which gives Crust a less dogmatic approach to their brand of pig fucking. Humor, dead brain cells, aggression, intelligence, I don't know exactly how to peg it, but these guys were just a little different than their peers. They came out from the shadow of their Butthole Surfer mentors to carve a more focused path toward Valhalla, playing it straight with bass heavy thud rock, and alternately employing tape loops, and random tape hiss to mask their true intentions. 

So this is their final album, and in my opinion their best, not to mention it contains the best song title in the history of music, "Chlamydia Is Not A Flower". Genius! 

DL