Review: Estrogenocide

(M.H. Records)

Total bullshit.  Juvenile songs about anal rape with broom handles, genital mutilation and misogyny are whispered over simplistic programmed Casio keyboard beats and melodies are all Estrogenocide has to offer except for their stupid band name.  This is a ridiculous unredeeming joke album lacking a single funny joke.  It was a waste of time for whoever performed and recorded it (I have to assume this atrocity was commited by one person); it was a waste of the Us. postal service to send it out in the mail to this magazine; it’s a waste of time for me to write about it; it’s a waste of time for you to be reading about it and not just because it’ll be nearly impossible to find.  Moron.