Shat

Cuntree

[1/5] Sort of like Wesley Willis (dead paranoid schizophrenic with many records), Shat (living sexual deviant with brain damage and Buddyhead support) is one of those musical anomalies that makes perfect sense live when you’re in the company of friends who all “get it,” even though one of you is laughing because the singer seems retarded; another is secretly hoping someone in the audience will end up dead; and the other isn’t really sure what’s happening but figures it’s better to nod along than to spend the night at home alone pretending to like the new Thom Yorke record. Unfortunately for you, I’m sitting here at home alone with the new Shat record, Cuntree-69 songs! 69 minutes!-and am experiencing none of the above reactions, just like what I’d imagine so many others did when they unwrapped their new Wesley Willis CD and realized it was pretty much the same sad pile of shit (in this case, a rudimentary punk/metal shitpile) repeated for an album’s length. Head cases are the new magical Negro, I guess. (BUDDYHEAD) Aaron Burgess