schlock trashy mumbling badness here.  whacked out badhashish vibes and sweaty groans from locked rooms.  like if you pumped lou reed fulla mogadon and forced him to jam with some retarded version of monster magnet circa ’91.  mongoloid teenage hormones and stumbling jesus and mary chain klang and helter skelter rewrote by danzig with slasher mis en scene cackle and twisterry.  sometimes with the unsettling sensation that another song is playing ghostly through the tape and over the recording.  like street urchin dirty hands and a beginners heroin habit and slightly unpleasant eighties porn played through broken vhs. 

which is to say i approve.

if you dig:

yr vocals all echoey ball-gagged alan vega harrumphing from the next room

and yr geetars all meandering muted slack psyche fuzzy

and and yr bass all fucked and filthy rubbing in yr face like twisted wrongcock

and and and the aurally erotic sound of sabbath gangbanging the doors

then you’ll make fine bedfellows with manual zombie.

i feel slightly grubby post-listen.

manual zombie / zombiespace