The Birth Defects
The Birth Defects' live show unleashes an all out assault on pop sensibility and widely accessible music with their bastard child of punk, thrash, noise and every genre of heavy music that services the outcasts and the misunderstood of society. Ghost Ramp signed and Ty Segall produced, The Birth Defects sophomore effort is nothing short of a validation for the misfits of planet earth.
Lead singer and guitarist, Jason Finazzo teaches a crash course on transforming suffering into a good time. He's the poster child for emotional paralysis and making good on the promise to get out of the house for a little bit today. Brothers in a battery of unrelenting sonic and rhythmic assault are bassist Philip Nielsen, drummer Anthony Drinkwater & newest edition, guitarist Tim Dawson. Their riffs are rough and raw, make no requisite age for rage, yet remain oddly unpretentious about how hardcore they are. Everyone is welcome to the other side of the tracks where The Birth Defects live- to laugh at you and cry at their own misfortune.
Zig Zags. Los Angeles. Named after the shoes. That’s what we were wearing at the time… “Scavenger”- unloads like Budgie’s “Breadfan” played in a high school heavy metal bedroom while the band screams threats to all freeloaders and marauders who show up to parties empty handed. “Wastin’ My Time”-a more straightforward punker, keeps up the tempo but locks into a repetitive krautrock groove that worms its way into your ear holes like those brain eating maggots in Beastmaster. Cover dude (drawn by Chad Kawamura of the Outdoorsmen) getting eating by a vulture is one of the aforementioned freeloaders we have to deal with out here while our dead friend Randy watches the carnage drunk on Olympia beer like a zombie Clint Eastwood. Zig Zags have shared personnel with West Coast nose-garage royalty the Intelligence and Unnatural Helpers, and make their Mexican Summer debut with this fine piece of plastic.