Fruit Salad don't appear to be the next "queercore" darlings as their name might suggest, but rather the next band in a growing line of grinders with decidedly anti-macho names. Cool by me! There's also a surprising humorlessness in the lyrics, which deal with their staunch support for direct action as well as their life-long devotion to being punks. The shoddy production works well with their gritty punk/grind, except for maybe the drums (sounds like he's banging on some kind of atonal vibraphone instead of a snare). Unlike Terminal Youth, Fruit Salad are still a band and have just released a 7" on Teenage Disco Bloodbath. Support 'em if you've got the cash.
I'll have a pic here of the lyrics as soon as I have time to take pictures in actual daylight.
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any chance for a re-up, please?!
any chance for a re-up, please?!
any chance for a re-up, please?!
any chance for a re-up, please?!
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