Editor’s note: Anna Minard, the latest addition to The Stranger‘s editorial gaggle, has never heard any music aside from Richard Marx and Big Bad Voodoo Daddy. Thus, every Wednesday, we present Never Heard of ‘Em, in which we force her to listen to and write her impressions about random records by artists considered to be important by music nerds.
Royal Trux
[Untitled]
(Drag City)
(Sorry this is late this week, I’ve been hit with the death cold that’s going around.)
Okay, confession time: An album like this was exactly what I was afraid of when we started this Never Heard of ‘Em business. When I listen to music like this, my first instinct is, “Stop yelling at me, I didn’t do anything wrong!” Royal Trux’s untitled album (what? Name your shit!) is really loud, both shouty AND mumbly, and occasionally devolves into just noise on purpose (track 3, “Hallucination”). It doesn’t sound like they’re trying very hard, and it doesn’t sound like anyone who wasn’t friends with them listened to it before they recorded the whole album.