Man Matters - Man Matters

Label: self released
Year: 2020

Quarantine does strange things to people. The isolation, the tedium, the heavy blanket of boredom thrown atop much needed expression...it's not been easy. Stranger than usual anyway. Maybe some of you were fucked up to begin with, and this year has been a welcome reprieve from "normal social expectations"? I don't really know you, and that's probably a good thing. On both ends. Wouldn't you agree?

For Londoner Dave Wortrich, quarantine has given him the gift to experiment with "shitty beats" and craft some demented post-pig-fuck noise. So, for that, we should be grateful. Or at least, I think that's the word. Man Matters has Dave and one of his buddies warping some pretty ugly Men's Recovery Project inspired turbulence, that sounds like the kind of thing you might get if you staged a tug-of-war match between the Skin Graft Records roster and the Riot Season roster, and had the GSL Records roster refereeing. They are "songs", but they are songs that throb and pierce and skitter about. So, not "songs" that your mother would ever commit to memory, more like songs found on the hard drive of a serial killer's computer. Which, should be taken as a compliment (cause...you're mom is a terrible barometer...and she's fat). 

Cover has been censored to keep me out of Facebook jail, not because I don't enjoy the beauty of a flaccid dong or anything. Cause, I do. Ask around.

DL