This is music with intent: never strum, never flatter, never coast, don't sing a single word that hasn't insisted in a drunken dream on being sung. Nostalgia Kills is not just a manifesto, it's a long-playing record. It collects tracks previously distributed at shows by the band themselves on home-printed CD-Rs with titles like 'Greed' and 'Mass Grave/Golf Course'. It's one of the few contemporary local records that will make your future children think you must once have been cool. You will not hear acoustic guitar, disco hi-hats, or cute winks to pop history. You will hear a recklessly propulsive band in love with rhythm and noise.
Astute observers rightly distinguish the scent of Skeptics, The Fall, the Birthday Party; what they smell is postpunk's determination to make every song an unrepeatable anomaly. To have seen them play or listened to their records is to have peered through a crack into a murkier world. Sharpie Crows don't have what you want, but they have what you probably need - a cure for boredom.