Uzi Rash "Coreless Roll Can Liner" LP

"Last but not least, this rags most despised (disposed) child, Max Nordile and his Uzi Rash. Give or take what’s been said about the boys output within these here “pages” he’s a fuckin’ original. A refuse-culture junkie who recycles and spits out froth to the few who worship at his trashcan alter. This year alone he released two stellar Uzi Rash LPs ('White Rash Time' on Dead Beat and 'Coreless Roll-Can Liner' on 1-2-3-4 Go!), two cassette tapes and started to record with another dozen or so other bands. Most of the so-called misfires in the past have been fine-tuned and perfected into a squelched and belched, skronked and paint spattered stew that should rub more than a few of you in the right way. Max is an outsider voice that’s been honed by the likes of Beefheart, Ubu, The Monks and even a tad of that sacred Fall. He knows what he’s doing - even if you don’t - and doesn’t give a frog’s anus if yr willing to come join in his dumpster dive. The music reeks sour. Max will tell you every new release is a masterpiece, and I’m starting to believe him. He’s up there with Timmy Vulgar, Jimbo Easter and the ilk. The new mutants. All have a vision, from sound to song title to sleeve art. The folks that will continue to do what they do, no matter what odds are against them. They can’t be stopped. A compulsive art. Music to exorcise the inner demons, spat forth for others to enjoy. Consume their waste. Only in Max’s case, this waste includes banjos and fluttered yelping. Someday he’ll be in the outsider hall of fame along with other twisted geeks like R Stevie Moore, Jad Fair, etc. Or maybe just blogspot fodder. Either or. Relevant and disposable. Uzi Rash is dead. Tough shit. You had your chance."- Rob Fletcher Terminal Boredom

"The now third album on vinyl (the fourth "in total") of the durchgestallte noise-trash garagepunker. Whoever has the first album already great, or on a cracked Shit a la The Fall meets Cheveu meets John Zorn will definitely come here at his own expense. Ultracool in any case, with weak nerves however with caution to enjoy. Here the chaos reigns!" -a French review

"I believe this band’s been around a spell, but this is the first time I’ve come across ‘em. They specialize in a brand of noisemaking that seems to be aimed at those whose extracurricular activities involve modified sugar cubes and pieces of paper that have been renamed “blotter” and “microdot.” Like some unholy Beefheart-Los Angeles Free Music Society jam-band alliance from hell, they drop one tune after the next of lysergic-soaked racket, bouncing from acoustic, vaguely country western-tinged electric slide blues tunes to stuff that’d make the Butthole Surfers tilt their head sideways in wonder. Probably not for everyone, I reckon, but I’m diggin’ the hell outta it." Jimmy Alvarado Razorcake