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This site replaces the original Dark Strudel music zine that ran from 1996 to 2021. We will work to bring across old content as fast as we can type it.

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Molosser, the Barest of Bones, a Restoration of Faith

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Twin Moons, the Crude Molosser

I have a number of reasons to dislike this. I will explain them and you know how the format goes I will finish by gushing with praise. Fuck me, 2023 is turning into a good year, already I have THREE songs that in normal years would be fighting to be my song of the year. Molosser I have liked before. I think one of the first reviews I did after I gave up on photocopying my fanzine and trying to sell it in venues and I went to the world of the internet, was Molosser. I have been clinically dead twice since then. Possibly it happened. It was early. I loved the tenderness and the violence of their music. Seductive and dangerous. It is easy to drop pairs of words together in English and make yourself sound clever. Artful and innocent. Tuneful and dissonant. They were all those things . I also remember saying that I wanted to hear a whole new album exploring their ideas and their direction. So I have a reason to dislike Molosser Crude, because this is precisely the band not follo...

Food on the Floor. Nasty.

Yes, yes, yes, they are back. With the depressing regularity of a cheap watch 9 o'clock Nasty pop up like Meerkats, hurl another song to me and wait expectantly for a response. I once promised them to preview all their new songs. They wanted my words for their press release. Never did I for one moment think they would survive for more than two wet farts. But they turn out to be resilient and fecund. The new single is called Food on the Floor. It is only the single by accident. But I can explain that after I tell you about the song. It starts simply enough. A bright guitar lead, upbeat drums. The shadow of a grinding bass to remind us that we are not in the mainstream. The vocals begin playful. But then the song uncoils and just as you take a breath it delivers the purest pop punch. It evokes drinking, laughter and violence tinged with the inconsolable regret for a lost friend. If you ever get blind drunk at a funeral, this song will be the soundtrack. All this is true. I like it. T...

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