The Deaf's debut album is short, terse, does not fuck around, serving up 14 slices of distorted grudge pop in 26 minutes, all of which should be

fully embraced by my fellow noise rock brethren. There is nothing complicated about The Deaf and what they are doing on This Bunny Bites: they crank

the distortion on the guitar and bass up to rib-rattling levels, drop the tuning to G, somehow manage to incite some kind of ongoing 'roid rage in the

drummer, and detonate minute-and-a-half anthems of pulverizing skullcrush riffing that half of the time sounds like Sonic Youth, tone-deaf boy/girl vocals

and all, might have sounded like if they had abused an ungodly amount of barbiturates, ruined their collective career, and had turned into a bunch of gutter

barbarians worshipping at the shrine of Stoner Witch. Of course, this sounds to me like a highly appealing alternate reality, and The Deaf take me

there with their retardedly heavy sludge rock. You know what else I love about these guys? The fact that they've stripped the lyrics to their songs down to

the most simplistic schoolyard taunts and surrealist shouts. When the boy and girl voices start yelling out "Air raid!" you can't help but scream along. You

know what else I dig? The fucking awesome motorik drumming and circular sludge riff on "Ready To Die" that grind away while guitarist/singer David Safar

repeats "Ready to die/die for you..." ad infinitum in his best narcoleptic Thurston impression. Think Karp and Floor mixed with the most aggro jams offa

Dirty.