Mr. Bungle 2.0

OK, it's one thing to be influenced by a band, totally another to sound exactly like them. That being said, if there is one band that deserves to be reverentially copied, it's Mr. Bungle. Introducing Croatian dadaistic mathcore connoisseurs Hesus Attor. According to their press release:

In the harbor town of Rijeka, Croatia a small group of lovers of fast food and the local cuisine with gloomy, dark and fast tunes ringing in their ears has given birth to a surrealistic monster which they have named Hesus Attor. They have equipped it with what they have read in comic books and seen in horror movies, but above all with a classic set of instruments every metal, rock, punk, hardcore or crossover band must have. The outcome is spectacular: a mixture of parody, schizophrenia and the absurd...

Claiming similarities to Boredoms, Dillinger Escape Plan, Melvins and Ruin, the four-piece has fine-tuned their Mike Patton schtick down to a tee. There's also a taste of Ween and Flaming Lips and every other avantgarde band out there in there but when it comes down to it, this is total Bungle worship. That's all I can say. It's really something else, and a fucking whole lot better than California was. Enjoy.

Volume 1

Crayola

Man, still reeling from the 18 heart attacks on Sunday after the Patriots and Red Sox last minute wins (as well as the debilitating two-day hangover which came with it) - allow me to try to get my ass in gear and introduce Mr. Bungle worship act Kids Eat Crayons. Honestly, it wouldn't be hard to convince most folk that this group actually was Patton and his boys performing under a different name. The band plays a ridiculously technical cacophony of experimental jazz, metal, thrash, funk (you name it) to the point that I am amazed the guys can actually repeat perform their songs. "Best Friend Clio" is my favorite track - somewhat reminiscent of Faith No More's heavier riff style - really cool stuff. Enjoy.

Fish Don't Swim

Where's the goddamn drum machine?!?!

Shitty fucking night. Fucking stupid waste-of-my-fucking-time garage band has finally broken up. Fucking band rehearsal was a disaster tonight and the shit that's been building up for months finally exploded. I'm fucking done with the fucking pissing and moaning about "direction" when no one can agree on a fucking song or style to play to. I'm tired of lead singer syndrome and especially tired of big pick syndrome... especially when outside of our tiny rehearsal space no one cares about our loser fucking band. I'm fucking glad it erupted and ended - I'd rather spend the time recording my own shit then sitting behind the drums for 4 hours each week while clowns discuss what frequency they should tune at. We're playing fucking hardcore!?! Who gives a fucking motherfuck about your fucking harmonic tuning!?!? Ugh. Anyways, enough of my vitriol. If you're a fan of Bungle it's probably because you're a fan of Faith No More and got to a point after the release of The Real Thing where you were like "where did this Mike Patton guy come from?" Here's the last demo from the band that stuck together through thick and thin. Meaning, their charismatic lead singer joined another band and scored a top ten song which let him sign his old band to the same record label and then the rest is history...

Squeeze Me

 
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