Cruelster: Lost Inside My Mind In Another State of Mind - The Singles Collection 12"
So I have a problem: I hate everyone and all music. Well, OK, not everyone. But câmon - you know what people are like. Honestly, theyâre the worst. And fair enough I might not really hate all music, but letâs be honest: have you ever actually heard any music? I mean, jeeez. If Iâm gonna listen to a record, Iâll need something that matches this misanthopy; something that really gets the neurotransmitters firing on all cylinders and ready to obliterate the feelgood factor. Something like Cleveland band Cruelster, basically.
Cruelster are made up of members of Knowso, Perverts Again, and a plethora of other Ohio noiseniks. If it seems like youâve seen that name before, itâs highly probable - they released a demo back in 2012 and have been sporadically dropping bundles of rough-edged sonic snot ever since, thanks to labels like Lumpy (whose own Dumpers are at the very least sonically adjacent) and Turbine Piss. This singles collection compiles all the non-album tracks theyâve released since that early demo to make a thrillingly âorrible racket. Twelve yearsâ worth of punk rottenness and general stupidity contained in 29 tracks and 40 noisy minutes. It is, of course, fucking brilliant.
From the gleefully melodic dumbness (and Booji Boy-flavoured additions) of âMy Embarrassmentâ to the malevolent rumble of âDouble Troubleâ, not to mention a fabulously energised cover of Icona Popâs dance-pop smash âI Love Itâ, every track here is a winner. Itâs the perfect tonic for your rage and the perfect foil to a cruel world where everyone elseâs disdain seems more pronounced than your own. You owe it to yourself to complete your record shelves with this instantly classic comp - itâs punk rock par excellence. And as for that âhating all music thingâ... ah, who cares, this is all gold. Listen immediately, youâll be causing chaos to its raucous brilliance before you know it.
Our take: This LP collects all the non-album tracks from the Cleveland band Cruelster. Cruelster is a band that beckons you down their rabbit hole, and this singles collection, particularly its mythology decoding / perpetuating insert, sends you way the fuck down. Does the idea of a casual Cruelster fan make sense? Certainly, if youâre not down for the whole trip with these folks, youâre missing a lot. If that casual fan does exist, though, theyâd likely dismiss the first half of this collection as juvenilia. But around halfway in, Cruelsterâs strangeness and brilliance surfaces and the band just takes off. As I said, though, to really appreciate it, you need to take the whole trip. Speaking of which, the insert for this record is like the secret decoder ring that explains the heretofore murky story of Cruelster and its adjacent projects, primarily Perverts Again, but also including Sorry Stateâs Knowso, among others. The insert is amazing⊠itâs like 10,000 words, but printed as one giant block of text in tiny type with long lines and no paragraph breaks, a complete affront to the notion of readability. I had to break out a ruler to follow it, butâand this seems analogous to my entire experience as a fan of these groupsâthe effort was totally worth it. Itâs a great story, covering the groupâs origins as young (poser?) skinheads through myriad challenges, obstacles, small triumphs, and too many hilarious asides to count⊠Iâm reminded of the tag line for Wayneâs World: âYouâll laugh! Youâll cry! Youâll hurl!â All that being said, if youâre not up for an album experience that requires extra hardware, you might as well skip this record. Cruelster is always going to make you pay to partake in their brilliance. But if youâre on the trip with these folks, this is another canât miss episode. And like any great episodic series, it ends with a cliffhanger, hinting at an upcoming, as-yet-unrecorded new Cruelster album. I look forward to listening to that, enjoying it thoroughly, and writing yet another description that amounts, essentially, to âfor fans only.â
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Cruelster: Lost Inside My Mind In Another State of Mind - The Singles Collection 12"
Cruelster: Lost Inside My Mind In Another State of Mind - The Singles Collection 12"
So I have a problem: I hate everyone and all music. Well, OK, not everyone. But câmon - you know what people are like. Honestly, theyâre the worst. And fair enough I might not really hate all music, but letâs be honest: have you ever actually heard any music? I mean, jeeez. If Iâm gonna listen to a record, Iâll need something that matches this misanthopy; something that really gets the neurotransmitters firing on all cylinders and ready to obliterate the feelgood factor. Something like Cleveland band Cruelster, basically.
Cruelster are made up of members of Knowso, Perverts Again, and a plethora of other Ohio noiseniks. If it seems like youâve seen that name before, itâs highly probable - they released a demo back in 2012 and have been sporadically dropping bundles of rough-edged sonic snot ever since, thanks to labels like Lumpy (whose own Dumpers are at the very least sonically adjacent) and Turbine Piss. This singles collection compiles all the non-album tracks theyâve released since that early demo to make a thrillingly âorrible racket. Twelve yearsâ worth of punk rottenness and general stupidity contained in 29 tracks and 40 noisy minutes. It is, of course, fucking brilliant.
From the gleefully melodic dumbness (and Booji Boy-flavoured additions) of âMy Embarrassmentâ to the malevolent rumble of âDouble Troubleâ, not to mention a fabulously energised cover of Icona Popâs dance-pop smash âI Love Itâ, every track here is a winner. Itâs the perfect tonic for your rage and the perfect foil to a cruel world where everyone elseâs disdain seems more pronounced than your own. You owe it to yourself to complete your record shelves with this instantly classic comp - itâs punk rock par excellence. And as for that âhating all music thingâ... ah, who cares, this is all gold. Listen immediately, youâll be causing chaos to its raucous brilliance before you know it.
Our take: This LP collects all the non-album tracks from the Cleveland band Cruelster. Cruelster is a band that beckons you down their rabbit hole, and this singles collection, particularly its mythology decoding / perpetuating insert, sends you way the fuck down. Does the idea of a casual Cruelster fan make sense? Certainly, if youâre not down for the whole trip with these folks, youâre missing a lot. If that casual fan does exist, though, theyâd likely dismiss the first half of this collection as juvenilia. But around halfway in, Cruelsterâs strangeness and brilliance surfaces and the band just takes off. As I said, though, to really appreciate it, you need to take the whole trip. Speaking of which, the insert for this record is like the secret decoder ring that explains the heretofore murky story of Cruelster and its adjacent projects, primarily Perverts Again, but also including Sorry Stateâs Knowso, among others. The insert is amazing⊠itâs like 10,000 words, but printed as one giant block of text in tiny type with long lines and no paragraph breaks, a complete affront to the notion of readability. I had to break out a ruler to follow it, butâand this seems analogous to my entire experience as a fan of these groupsâthe effort was totally worth it. Itâs a great story, covering the groupâs origins as young (poser?) skinheads through myriad challenges, obstacles, small triumphs, and too many hilarious asides to count⊠Iâm reminded of the tag line for Wayneâs World: âYouâll laugh! Youâll cry! Youâll hurl!â All that being said, if youâre not up for an album experience that requires extra hardware, you might as well skip this record. Cruelster is always going to make you pay to partake in their brilliance. But if youâre on the trip with these folks, this is another canât miss episode. And like any great episodic series, it ends with a cliffhanger, hinting at an upcoming, as-yet-unrecorded new Cruelster album. I look forward to listening to that, enjoying it thoroughly, and writing yet another description that amounts, essentially, to âfor fans only.â
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So I have a problem: I hate everyone and all music. Well, OK, not everyone. But câmon - you know what people are like. Honestly, theyâre the worst. And fair enough I might not really hate all music, but letâs be honest: have you ever actually heard any music? I mean, jeeez. If Iâm gonna listen to a record, Iâll need something that matches this misanthopy; something that really gets the neurotransmitters firing on all cylinders and ready to obliterate the feelgood factor. Something like Cleveland band Cruelster, basically.
Cruelster are made up of members of Knowso, Perverts Again, and a plethora of other Ohio noiseniks. If it seems like youâve seen that name before, itâs highly probable - they released a demo back in 2012 and have been sporadically dropping bundles of rough-edged sonic snot ever since, thanks to labels like Lumpy (whose own Dumpers are at the very least sonically adjacent) and Turbine Piss. This singles collection compiles all the non-album tracks theyâve released since that early demo to make a thrillingly âorrible racket. Twelve yearsâ worth of punk rottenness and general stupidity contained in 29 tracks and 40 noisy minutes. It is, of course, fucking brilliant.
From the gleefully melodic dumbness (and Booji Boy-flavoured additions) of âMy Embarrassmentâ to the malevolent rumble of âDouble Troubleâ, not to mention a fabulously energised cover of Icona Popâs dance-pop smash âI Love Itâ, every track here is a winner. Itâs the perfect tonic for your rage and the perfect foil to a cruel world where everyone elseâs disdain seems more pronounced than your own. You owe it to yourself to complete your record shelves with this instantly classic comp - itâs punk rock par excellence. And as for that âhating all music thingâ... ah, who cares, this is all gold. Listen immediately, youâll be causing chaos to its raucous brilliance before you know it.
Our take: This LP collects all the non-album tracks from the Cleveland band Cruelster. Cruelster is a band that beckons you down their rabbit hole, and this singles collection, particularly its mythology decoding / perpetuating insert, sends you way the fuck down. Does the idea of a casual Cruelster fan make sense? Certainly, if youâre not down for the whole trip with these folks, youâre missing a lot. If that casual fan does exist, though, theyâd likely dismiss the first half of this collection as juvenilia. But around halfway in, Cruelsterâs strangeness and brilliance surfaces and the band just takes off. As I said, though, to really appreciate it, you need to take the whole trip. Speaking of which, the insert for this record is like the secret decoder ring that explains the heretofore murky story of Cruelster and its adjacent projects, primarily Perverts Again, but also including Sorry Stateâs Knowso, among others. The insert is amazing⊠itâs like 10,000 words, but printed as one giant block of text in tiny type with long lines and no paragraph breaks, a complete affront to the notion of readability. I had to break out a ruler to follow it, butâand this seems analogous to my entire experience as a fan of these groupsâthe effort was totally worth it. Itâs a great story, covering the groupâs origins as young (poser?) skinheads through myriad challenges, obstacles, small triumphs, and too many hilarious asides to count⊠Iâm reminded of the tag line for Wayneâs World: âYouâll laugh! Youâll cry! Youâll hurl!â All that being said, if youâre not up for an album experience that requires extra hardware, you might as well skip this record. Cruelster is always going to make you pay to partake in their brilliance. But if youâre on the trip with these folks, this is another canât miss episode. And like any great episodic series, it ends with a cliffhanger, hinting at an upcoming, as-yet-unrecorded new Cruelster album. I look forward to listening to that, enjoying it thoroughly, and writing yet another description that amounts, essentially, to âfor fans only.â











