2 Ton Bug have finally released an album. A real album.

For the past year I’ve had to settle with the “recorded in someone’s pocket” quality of the Taylor Landesman’s Album I “found” on the internet of a live set they did.

I found out about 2 Ton Bug thanks to some mini-festival in Brooklyn that put together a compilation of songs from the acts involved. One of those songs was a horrible quality live track of a wall of noise that barreled down on the listener faster than a glacier made up of greased up kittens riding motorcycles made of bad life decisions involving tortured metaphors on a little read music blog.

I don’t know anything about 2 Ton Bug beyond what’s in their music and the frequent twitter updates best described as a stream of surreal observational comedy and puns. Occasionally obnoxious, occasionally brilliant, but always entertaining. Which is a great segue into the album because that sentence describes their first album, Wedding of the Century, perfectly.

2 Ton Bug is southern rock meets garage rock meets punk rock meets a steel toed boot to your perfectly manicured teeth, but you know, fun. Pulling well tread blues licks, amping them up like twelve year old school kids on crystal meth thrown into an art museum with a handful of markers and told to “go nuts.” They’ve managed to turn Sheet Music into Shit Music and even sainted Jimmy Hendrix gets re-appropriated and mocked as The Star Spangled Banner’s opening licks are turned into Sugar Bombs and saturday morning cartoons.

Anarchic glee slams from song to song from “Time Trabblin’s” out of nowhere blue grass adds a honky tonk flavor to…to…whatever the hell it is they think they’re doing. Blues Punk? Connecticut Cow Punk? I’ll be frank, i don’t have a frame of reference for this. What 2 Ton Bug is doing could be its own genre, but while I’ve heard stuff similar to it in Garage Punk circles, no one is doing it with this amount of energy and snot nosed glee.

Fuck it. Just, do yourself a favor and get this album. I am out of practice and can’t really articulate the way this album, this BAND, this WALL OF DIAPER ROCK just grabs hold of my lizard brain stem and tells me to do bad things to good people.

I want 2 Ton Bug to play my funeral.