Sleepy Cheese is one pretty fucked up dude, if the four-track Thank God It Hurts EP (out now through Forged Artifacts) is anything to go on. A dark pop devolution deep fired in demonic fuzz and feral doom, replete with recorded phone messages of spurned (by love or other, it is not certain) women adding a morbid amusement and chagrin to the proceedings. So much heaviness hangs over proceedings - it's hard to know whether this is a masterpiece or the powerful inner turmoil that brings about one's destruction. It's probably both. There are similarities between this and the initial demos from Merchandise, before they succumbed to avant hipster silliness. You really need to get this - it's great.
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