The Bulemics Record Review
Something Wicked This Way Comes (Slope)
The BulemicsSomething Wicked This Way Comes (Slope)
Murder, sexual depravity, and proudly being a fuckup: Welcome to Gerry's world. On the fourth platter by Austin scum punk agitators the Bulemics, singer Gerry Atric plays the roles of pervert, shit-head, and demon with distinction, flaunting his I-don't-give-a-fuck doctrine in motormouth mission statement "Invocation," advertising a "world without morality or sense of wrong or right." Soon, the singer touches on his sexuality in "How I Roll," rhyming "suicide note" with "semen dripping down her throat" – lyrics that would make his patron saint GG Allin piss his jockstrap. Twelve inches of wax then shift into a decidedly horror punk B-side with "Freaky Friday," "Slither," and joyous outro "Tonight We Kill." Of 13 tracks, only a trio exceed two minutes, the local quintet sounding like the Dwarves on steroids. Much of the credit belongs to metal-quality guitarist Jason "Ginchy" Kottwitz throwing down burning rock solos over the group's wiry hardcore riffs. Geto Boys icon Bushwick Bill tags the group as "Old enough to know better, but still don't give a fuck." Indeed, the Bulemics are a rare example in the punk sector that, 20 years after forming, holding credible chaos in their hearts works wonders. Late career triumph Something Wicked This Way Comes solidifies their legacy as a landmark ATX punk act.