Monday, February 25, 2008


If you've ever spent a weekend binge drinking, woken up on a stranger's couch with a keg tap stuffed up your ass, and headed out to a bar for a little hair of the dog, you can identify with the 180-proof lyrics of Spongelica, the band that just rolled out of bed and hasn't had a moment to comb its hair or brush its teeth since 1997. Drawing on the old-school punk traditions of minimal musical talent suspended from a tenuous relationship to mind-altering substances, Spongelica appeals to the angry drunk in us all.

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