This 11-track blast of slacker punk is deliberately under-produced for the maximum ragged, grunge effect.
The Philadelphia-based trio is the brainchild of Mike Polizze and on this, their third LP, the garage band attitude is intact. This time around it is also served up with skuzzy psychedelia and loose Grateful Dead style jams.
Of all the post hardcore bands, they remind me most of Husker Dü because of the strong hints of Bob Mould's skewed pop sensibility. I'd be surprised if Beck's Stereopathetic Soulmanure period wasn't another influence.
The lo-fi arrangements are waywardly melodic and Polizze's laconic nasal vocals mean that he sounds constantly bored.
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Short three chord numbers like Where's Sweetboy and Aging Faces rub shoulders with more sprawling pieces such as the six minute Another Silvermoon.
Contrary to the received wisdom, familiarity does not always breed contempt. There may not be anything particularly strange or innovative about Weirdon but the lack of sophistication has its own distinctive charm which fuels a nostalgia for a pre-digital rock universe.
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