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Garage rock, as its name implies, is anything but polished, a fact which sometimes hamstrings its disciples as they try to break free of preconceptions. Not Loose Sutures, though, who are happy to take the genre's rough-hewn profile and make it even sleazier. The Italian fuzz-rockers' metaphorical garage is knee-deep in entrails and grime, embracing the grit and pouring it atop their heavy stoner rock. Their debut self-titled is gross, amiable fun, and we're streaming it now, so wade on in:

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Loose Sutures puts you in the front row for an inebriated jam session where riffs are a plentiful delicacy, served up course-by-course between a series of numbered interludes that stitch the album together with thematically appropriate sound bites. Those short breaks feel like the moments in a band practice where everyone's got to tune up and take a drink... and as the time-honored ritual demands, the drummer's required to drop some fills into the empty space. Then, we're launched into the huge -- and I mean huge -- riffs that define the band's punk-laced sound.

Each quick-paced number gravitates around one or two of these fuzzed-up monstrosities, which act as enticing hooks backed by walloping drums and a suitably nasty bass tone.

For as short as these tracks are, they pack a lot of soul -- leads feel organic, nearly improvised, and once the initial abrasiveness of the vocals wear off they're almost endearing. At the same time, the album gives off an unnerving stench. Red-lining, snarled vocals proclaim impure thoughts on tracks like "Wish to Fuck a Dead-Man," and the depravity lurking behind the music makes itself evident with each uncontrolled spike of feedback and every reckless fill. It's a rude, splatter-packed ride, but just like the horror VHS still found in many of our closets, as ostentatious and vulgar as it is, it feels like home.

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Loose Sutures releases March 27th via Electric Valley Records. The band issued the following statement about the album:

We are proud to have given birth to our creature, between cries of terror, moans, sweat, and blood. It is an unhealthy, bizarre and annoying record.

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