5 Tunes gets down with Wizzard Sleeve:
http://fivetunes.wordpress.com/2009/05/01/wizzard-sleeve/and Agit Reader review:
Wizzard Sleeve states right off on their Hozac debut, Make the World Go Away,
that, in fact, “Alabama’s Doomed.” As citizens of the surly South,
frying up the Lord’s Prayer into a glue-wave tainted themesong on the
state of their ailing environment seems the perfect summation of what
makes Wizzard Sleeve unique. Broadcasting from the middle of nowhere,
there’s a streak of local color throughout Make the World Go Away,
and like, say, TV Ghost, who carpet bomb the desolation of Indiana for
inspiration, they use the middle of nowhere to their advantage. Not to
dwell on trailerpark stereotypes, but it’s safe to assume that within
this cultural ground zero, these kids would be townie wasteoids were it
not for the Chrome and Thomas Jefferson Slave Apartments records snuck
across the border. Wizzard Sleeve remind me more of the family that
used to live a few blocks closer to the train tracks than I did, who
would build the gnarliest haunted house out of cardboard and sheet
metal. They’d spend a week outside with cheap beer, hammering and
stapling, then after Halloween, become the mysterious recluses of the
neighborhood for the rest of the year.
Listening to the intense downer vibes on
Make the World Go Away,
you get the feeling Wizzard Sleeve exists as this family, locked away
in the basement, huffing high on their own writhing misery. As relative
rookies, they’ve learned the mistakes of a band like the Lost Sounds
and smothered the frantic mess of wires down to oozing stoner blues. On
this opposite course, the acidic syrup of their wayward synths can get
a little gruesome. “Excavating Heaven” drags to a bottomless pit, void
of any enchantment by its end. It’s almost a graceful, if ugly in
spirit, gesture—they know, at nearly five minutes of abject gook, “No
Mongo,” will make you uncomfortable. But for every draining dirge,
there’s an “Invisible City” or “Pterodactyl Meltdown,” songs that prove
Wizzard Sleeve’s youth isn’t useless. Even among the crustiest of
damaged punk, a diamond or two shine through. Just make sure to take a
shower after living through this one.
Kevin J. Elliottcheggit outLast copies of the LP still available
HERE!