shit & shine: everybody's a fuckin expert

The ascent of Shit and Shine is one of the great audio headfucks in memory, from its genesis out of the South London noise rock revivalist scene to a zone where rabbit-costumed maniacs bled a unique form of multi-drum and electronic hysteria to its incarnation of destroyed lysergic dance music. Shit and Shine is the epitome of second-guess-subversion. With a foot in every pie, it continues on a fantastic, twisted path. Everybody's a Fuckin Expert lays forth another slab of inverted tranquility in which general disruption is kept in check by the subversive charm unique to the outfit. Gunfire rhythms lay waste to androgynous sonics on "Ass"; deep sea disorientation allows pools of plasticine audio to rise on "Rastplatz"; "Picnic Table" rinses electro out of thick, gelatinous cybernetics. Everybody's a Fuckin Expert takes a smorgasbord of sounds and styles and contorts them into a bright hope in twisted theater, disorientating dance, and hefty hedonism. Both the faint- and strong-hearted allowed permanent entry to this club.