KARP: Mustaches Wild
Album number one sinks to the pit of your stomach. Karp, straight out of Tumwater High, gay blades heavy and sweaty. Looks like a deck of cards playing war for real. Feels like a chunk of concrete stapled to your forehead.
They wear the American flag for a diaper and openly taunt the football bullies...Karp is the spawn of the K nether-regions, lock-groove combat rock that spindles and mutilates. Know that inside every Karp song is a pop song trying to screech and claw it’s way out. This is the sound of big amplifiers on a small town overdose. Totally decapitating.