Drenched in fuzz, swamped in down tuned psychedelia, muddy, psych-a-go-go and scuzzy - welcome to another Sub-Pop offering so step into the hazy wilderness and experience a time before the annoyance of grunge - a time when what we went on to call grunge was in fact a dirty brand of rock 'n' roll that crawled from Seattle's back streets. Catt Butt were one of many half cool bands that leapt from the circus bound train and for a brief moment drifted into the metal scene with their woolly jumpers and silly hats. The student crud could be smelled a mile off but those guitars were rich in muck, the vocals as equally swampy, the haywire melodies of 'Maximo' and 'Zombie' bleeding from the speakers with no real pace except to leave a trail of straw on the floor. Blood Circus, Swallow, Catt Butt - for a short time were on a par with Nirvana. I personally thought all these bands were much better.
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