Tuesday 12 May 2020

Moron's Morons - Looking For Danger (Slovenly Records 2020)



Warsaw based roaring lo-fi garage destroyers.

The undying appeal of scuzzy R ‘n’ R has found its way to Poland, four Warsaw misfits called Moron’s Morons adding heavy early 80s hardcore with a nasty hock of punk phlegm to their garage rock swag and unleashing Looking For Danger, a debut album as raw ‘n’ rattling as it gets.

Fuck me sideways this has to be the rawest loudest punk rock n roll record recorded since the Damneds debut. 

...it’s one of the most exciting Punk records that we’ve had in a long time!

Looking For Danger consists of 13 hard-hitting and brain-splattering songs....

Every song slams right into the next, and you have no time to do or think about anything. It’s a beast of a record, and if you’re wanting something really snotty and brutal, this is the one for you.

....the best way to play this record is loud. Stupidly loud!!!

It’s fast it’s loud its uncompromising, but above all its addictive.

Moron’s Morons have knocked out one hell of a record and if you still have a beating heart and crave loud guitars played hard then what on Gawds earth are you waiting for go pick this up for fuck’s sake!

Living For Danger is garage punk par excellence. Every riff hacks, every beat kills, and their projectile gob never misses its target (your face). It’s filthy, it’s juvenile, and it’s fucking great!


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At long last, the first full-length from Warsaw Poland’s MORON’S MORONS is here and shitting all over everything you thought you knew about “punk rock.” As iconoclasts in the genre, duh Morons have concocted a rather challenging and unique album called “Looking for Danger” where every track sounds like (the) Germs “G.I.,” Angry Samoans’ “Back from Samoa,” and “Damned Damned Damned,” with subject matter provided by VOM’s “Live at Surf City” EP all played at the wrong speed backwards, layered on top of each other and turned inside out in an exercise in multi-dimensional stupidity with nonstop twists and turns. Juvenile silliness has never reigned so supreme on an album saturated with such noisy obnoxious violence that burns so bad you’ll be begging for a double shot of penicillin before you get a chance to flip it over!

Enjoy!

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