buck gooter: stainless steel mirrors

"The last AIDS Wolf tour with Unicorn Hard On we came through Virginia. I looked in the tour book and it said, support: BUCK GOOTER. Buck what? Valerie said, 'you never heard of Buck Gooter? Man, you're in for a treat.' It was a bleak time for the music in general and the pattern was that each opening band was more horrible than the last and each promoter along the way seemed to give less and less of a fuck. Somehow, underneath this Ethiopian restaurant in Harrisonburg Virginia, I met the two gentlefolk known as Buck Gooter: Lightening Hands Billy and Terry Turtle and I've never been the same henceforth. I could see Buck Gooter being a circuit riding evangelical concern in a John Brunner near-future bummer in which weeeird pathological plutocrats run a landscape on fire and these cats show up and spell it out . . . Oh wait! That's EXACTLY how it ACTUALLY is. Never mind. 'Stainless Steel Mirrors' is the sound of Buck Gooter listening to themselves wrapped across a piece of steel. A reflection in sound crafted by none other than Don Zientara at Inner Ear Studio (he recorded the Faith/Void split lp, among . . . uh . . . others). . . . 'Dustless Grinding' sounds the closest to Laughing Hyenas anyone's come in recent memory. Billy says it's more like the 'Blue Monday' beat and that, furthermore, any band that's been around 10 plus years inevitably hits that point. . . . 'Who Put You In Charge?' This one is a neon-lit Del Shannon cyberclunk weeper. The band took out all the swear words at the last minute on this one and had to relearn the tune. Rakim, the greatest MC to ever rap, never swore once on a tune. RE SPEK. 'Waste Treatment' shows off the range in Billy's singing. Like somehow the Tornado Kid who atoms about the stage during a typical Goot performance is gonna slow down a moment and belt one out, croon for the moon, sing like the birds in Dolphy's backyard. . . . Terry and Billy will likely be buried next to each other; playing burnt Theremin lines off gruff, day-glow guitar boogies, only 'the Silent Ground' will hear. This is the way it is meant to be. But now: Here they are together alive. So you can hear" --Alexander Moskos, Montréal, March 2016. Edition of 200.