See You Next Tuesday

Parasite

[2/5] Well, at least they admit that they’ve “Never Had Sex That Wasn’t Aawkward.” Or that before they die, they intend to “Fuck Me A Fish.” Perhaps best of all they instruct us “How To Survive A Vicious Cock Fight.” Song titles along those puerile, wordy lines recall Daughters or the Great Redneck Hope. Like those bands, See You Next Tuesday’s songs burst in messy, spastic-colon ass-splattering, pseudo-tech grind. Thankfully, most songs arrive in bite-sized doses. Consider the progression of all one minute and 15 seconds of the aforementioned fish-fuck song: A blast-beat section that careens into a carnival-esque twirling guitar part. Then the mess rolls into a growl-commenced mosh denouement. Instead of frantic tantrums, they offer a slow, thick rhythmic monster in “Paraphilia.” When they allow their music to breathe, we see some glimpses of potential. With less boilerplate Locust-like thrashing and homoerotic adolescent psychobabble, they could be onto something. (FERRET) Casey Boland