p.s.you'redead Releases 'Sugar Rot'

by Madison James

p.s.you'redead Releases 'Sugar Rot'

Last year, in the wake of the vaccine summer, I accidentally saw p.s.you’redead more than I saw any other band. This is in no way a bad thing. They sound like coke and mentos and listening to them is like trying to screw the cap on. This is something you’ll hear on their initial EPs and singles leading up to their debut LP, ‘Sugar Rot’, where it really feels like being sprayed in the face with the combo at the rate of a firehose. It sounds like glittery computer hell in a way I don’t think I’ve seen done like this; mostly because it’s maniacally fun. There’s an air of dread through Lilith’s gutwrenching wailing and screaming, but it’s evil in a Saturday morning cartoon villain kind of way; You love watching them absolutely relish in this world they’ve created, all the while beeping and grinding like they’re controlled by broken calculators. A real highlight comes on ‘Raspberry Belly, Strawberry Supermoon’, featuring another personal favorite band The Queen Guillotined. They’re on full display doing what they’re best at, the ‘cinder block on the gas pedal’ approach through bars that seem determined by dice rolls absolutely effortlessly, prefaced with a “HOLY FUCKING SHIT”. You’ll say the same.

p.s.you’redead are a time machine with a broken lever. They’re the back and forth of staple math and sasscore while a millennia ahead of anything else going on in the genre. This is an exercise in sheer dominance over sonic pallets and landscapes, tugging them by their last hairs and walking away with a hair flip. People will be talking about these songs forming bands that worship this niche the way ‘Blood Brothers’ or ‘me and him call it us’ are talked about. If you know what’s good for you, I’d start bowing now.

p.s.you'redead Releases 'Sugar Rot'

by Madison James

p.s.you'redead Releases 'Sugar Rot'

Last year, in the wake of the vaccine summer, I accidentally saw p.s.you’redead more than I saw any other band. This is in no way a bad thing. They sound like coke and mentos and listening to them is like trying to screw the cap on. This is something you’ll hear on their initial EPs and singles leading up to their debut LP, ‘Sugar Rot’, where it really feels like being sprayed in the face with the combo at the rate of a firehose. It sounds like glittery computer hell in a way I don’t think I’ve seen done like this; mostly because it’s maniacally fun. There’s an air of dread through Lilith’s gutwrenching wailing and screaming, but it’s evil in a Saturday morning cartoon villain kind of way; You love watching them absolutely relish in this world they’ve created, all the while beeping and grinding like they’re controlled by broken calculators. A real highlight comes on ‘Raspberry Belly, Strawberry Supermoon’, featuring another personal favorite band The Queen Guillotined. They’re on full display doing what they’re best at, the ‘cinder block on the gas pedal’ approach through bars that seem determined by dice rolls absolutely effortlessly, prefaced with a “HOLY FUCKING SHIT”. You’ll say the same.

p.s.you’redead are a time machine with a broken lever. They’re the back and forth of staple math and sasscore while a millennia ahead of anything else going on in the genre. This is an exercise in sheer dominance over sonic pallets and landscapes, tugging them by their last hairs and walking away with a hair flip. People will be talking about these songs forming bands that worship this niche the way ‘Blood Brothers’ or ‘me and him call it us’ are talked about. If you know what’s good for you, I’d start bowing now.