Timmy's Organism

All right, back on duty after a week's vacation and its nice to find an old friend in the stacks. Timmy Vulgar, as permanent a Detroit fixture as corruption and hockey, returns to his gas leak garage project Timmy's Organism for another grapple with reality. Long since my favorite incarnation of Vulgar's cracked corner of the universe, the Organism is a bastion of fuzz crunch and pop debris, mangled and kitted out in tin foil hats before being flung out into the unwelcome world. On Heartless Heathen, Vulgar finds his way through the exhaust billows and clears the room with a few down and straightforward soul-jerkers. Perhaps its the inspiration of jumping onto Third Man's Audio Social Dissent series of releases, perhaps its just always been in 'im. But for the initiated, there's also plenty of fry here to love as well; those sickening gasps of guitar that seem to scream out of the instrument against its will, the fifteen foot howl of Vulgar's vocals building like a storm and the barbed wire beat stomping like a broken jackhammer. These are the hallmarks that I've come to anticipate from Timmy's Organism and they're all here in abundance. If Jack's holdin' up hometown heroes and garage punks these days then bless his pale visage for knocking this piece of sickness out onto the table.

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