Twin Stumps - Seedbed

The Ridgewood neighborhood of New York is a barren slum nestled between Brooklyn and Queens. It has been described an American version of some dilapidated, forgotten Eastern-European factory town. It is also the home of Twin Stumps; a raucous, grimy collection of fuckers who play mid-tempo, post-hardcore-influenced, noisy, dread-loving hate mantras that should scare the shit out of you if you aren’t a total sociopath. Their recent full-length, Seedbed, is a more focused offering of their 2009 self-titled 12” that juggles the hardcore-punk of the later years of Black Flag, that being nightmarish noise squalls and sheer, relentless sonic filth. Songs like “Missing Persons” and “Child Republic” play like a cranked Amphetamine Reptile record blasted through severely damaged speakers while tracks like “Lungs” and “Business Class” crackle forth like a punk rock Wolf Eyes. Noise and (brave) hardcore fans should take note of things to come from Twin Stumps. They show promise to become an even bigger and gangrenous itch to scratch as they continue to hone their dreadful hate-fuck fests.