The Bulemics Talk Dirty to Me (Twenty Stone Blatt)
Texas Platters
Reviewed by Jerry Renshaw, Fri., Sept. 8, 2000
The Bulemics
Talk Dirty to Me (Twenty Stone Blatt)
They say that profanity is the linguistic crutch of the goddamn inarticulate motherfucker. Well, Austin's Bulemics snarf down huge quantities of dirty, nasty sex, digest it, and projectile-vomit up piss and vinegar on this latest disc. The Bulemics still had guitarist Gable in the band's lineup at the time of this CD, contributing SG squiggles all over the place, and it's his guitar lines that contribute the most tunefulness to the songs. It's also worth mentioning that producer-at-large Mike Mariconda throws in a solo on a tune. Otherwise, it's the same old Bulemics, snot-nosed vocals, mid-tempo rhythm section and all. With song titles like "Adolescent Lust" and "Vampire Teabag" (if you don't know what that is, just think about it for a few minutes), the boys seem rather fixated on s-e-x these days. With the Motards long gone, Austin's Bulemics seem to be the heirs to the crown of ugly, irritable garage punk these days, and since it'll be a long time before snarling, incendiary Gibson-and-Marshall punk rock like this goes out of style, they can have it. But jeez guys, you kiss your moms with those mouths?