They may hail from sunny Laguna Beach, but there's nothing particularly bright or breezy about the music of scuzz-punk four-piece Epsilons. Their debut full-length, which packs 14 songs into twenty-five minutes, is fantastically unwound, full of brash and clattering rock that's as bratty as it is bruised. Anyone dismaying the scrubbing and polishing of punk will find much to love here: Ty Segall's delivery is part howl part hiccup, and the group races through their songs like they're being chased. Rounded out with haunted-castle organs and percussion that hits like cannonballs, Epsilons are unscrubbed punk for disgruntled miscreants.
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