The fact that three of the early Boredoms albums came out on Warner/Reprise in the 90's is still one of the oddest moves in major label history. How anything this crazy and weird and far-out got that kind of mainstream exposure is still pretty unbelievable, even by today's standards, the music of the Boredoms is anything but accessible. Early on, the band was influenced heavily by the wacko acid-punk of the Butthole Surfers, but they took it into far more extreme and cacophonous directions; any one of their songs could smash together random noises, raging hardcore punk, super noisy guitars, weird studio effects, crazy cartoon voices and random babbling, whipped into a frenzy of jarring, totally unpredictable arrangements. All three (Onanie Bomb Meets The Sex Pistols, Pop Tari, and Chocolate Synthesizer) eventually went out of print, but were later reissued on Very Friendly and are finally in stock here at C-Blast - the early, hardcore-laced Boredoms albums are my favorite releases in their canon (along with the classic Soul Discharge), and are prime for discovery for anyone new to their insane, psychedelic, speed-charged Bore-mania...one listen to any of these albums, and you'll hear where an entire generation of noisecore/noise rockers got their inspiration from...

Album number three from the Boredoms Pop Tari opens with the electro-shock of "Noise Ramones", which is nothing but extreme high-pitched tones layered on top of each other, then heads off into a warped realm of musical nonsense that occasionally comes close to actual song-like forms. There's loungey guitar on "Nice B-O-R-E Guy Boyoyo Touch" joined by softly mewling vocals and weird casio pop that could almost be described as catchy, but it's not long before the band dives back into total chaos, random drumming that starts and stops abruptly, songs erupt into crazed thrashy punk, or sludgy mangled rock, or damaged junkyard hip hop, while frontman Eye Yamatska and company spew all kinds of weird psychotic vocalizations, random vocal noises, and over the top soulful rock singing over it all. It's full-on Bore-insanity, assembled according to some kind of whacked out noise logic that fuses together

blasting ray gun synths, electronics and tape noise with chaotic noisecore jams, mutant dub-reggae, opera singing, improvised funk rock, passages of nothing but screaming women, sitars, tribal percussion freakiness, death metal roars over choppy hardcore punk, bits of sloppy exotica and weird radio intercepted voices, random screams and moans and chanting and free-jazz horns...yikes! This album fits right next to Mr. Bungle's first LP and Naked City's Torture Garden, a maniac pastiche of extreme genre-mashing punk-fuckery .