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Scrape The Walls
LP $9.75

06/20/2006 721616036114 

VIRUS 361 

CD $9.50

06/20/2006 721616036121 


MP3 $0.00



After three long years, we have you here a new album by FLESHIES, a loud band from beautiful Oakland, CA, who have released two loved-to-death-by-the-kids albums on Alternative Tentacles. After their second full-length Th e Sicilian (Virus 297) and years of body/mind-warping worldwide tour marathon, FLESHIES withdrew into drummer Brian Hamiltron's Sugar Mountain Studios to work on a new opus. Breaking away from the punk rock tradition of banging out a record in a few days, they took their damned sweet time making the most ridiculous album possible. Scrape Th e Walls is a spirited 17-song eff ort to molest punk rock in a similar manner that SPARKS unwholesomely molested glitter rock, THE MELVINS mauled rock, or THE BUTTHOLE SURFERS maimed music in general. (Speaking of SPARKS, this album includes a delightful cover of "Happy Hunting Ground" with JELLO BIAFRA on guest vocals.) Scrape Th e Walls bounces everywhere from somewhat sunny-dispositioned pseudo anthems to sludgy, stoner rock-esque castings, all glazed with FLESHIES' inimitable sense of fuck-you humor. But honestly, no 200-word summary can neatly tie up the disorderly strands of ideas and musical chaos that is FLESHIES--and we wouldn't want to do them such disservice--so we will just say Scrape Th e Walls is exactly the kind of record AT should be releasing and leave it at that. 
"I thought, 'Aha! Th is is what punk rock was supposed to be.'" 
"Smart--maybe too smart--down to earth, blue-collar guys who want to inject a little scary fun into their music." 
--Th e OC Weekly 
"Can and do win the hearts and minds of Marines and Marxixts alike, with big ugly . . . riff s for the meat-or-metalheads and smart, socioaware and bitterly sarcastic lyrics."