Imagine the classic dynamics and womp of Tad, the sonic theory of Unsane, the tightness of Helmet, and the humor and edge of Killdozer. Understand these influences, but realize that Kung Pao have their own style and are unique to the underground. Imagine you're a brat, now boil yourself in beer, grill yourself to perfection and lay down in a comfortable onion bun, cover yourself in spicy mustard, and be eaten alive. The time has come, step up to the throne of the Denim Nation and take the ride of your life to Sheboygan, you will never be the same....Straight in the face, intense, right in the ear... Feel you hair fly back like that Maxell commercial... Heavy as shit... just pure heavy rock.... Heavy sludgy dirt rock.... Bolt down the furniture.... Kung Pao serve up a platter of pure drivin' rock.... Full-bore sludge metal, riff-centric, bong-headed bliss....
..Denim clad noise machine... Frisbee rolled joints and a tank of nitrous oxide... Sheboygan is a visceral outing-no fluff here, just pure, high decibel NYC sludge... abrasive beat-you-over-the-head pummeling noise... Like dead bodies hitting the bottom of shallow graves... This is by far the loudest, dirtiest rawk and roll I've ever heard...
.... stomps around like a caged animal... Well worth many spins while getting high or drunk or looking at that Man-o-war poster above the bed.... A piece of advice, don't listen when you're feeling suicidal
kung pao - sheboygan
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