I Know A Girl Who Develops Crime Scene Photos

Combat Wounded Veteran | Format: Audio CD

Product Details

• Audio CD (June 1, 2000)
• Original Release Date: June 1, 2000
• Number of Discs: 1
• Label: No Idea Records
• ASIN: B00006I4VX
• Also Available in: Vinyl
• Average Customer Review: 4.0 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (1 customer review)
• Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #479,974 in Music (See Top 100 in Music)

Track Listings

1. My Spine! My Spine! My Spine!

2. Watching Stock Car Racing on My Wedding Night

3. Propaganda Films Shot with a Sitcom Script

4. Assassination Attempt Part Two

5. I Talk, You Listen

6. You'll Never Be Where I Am, Ever in Your Life

7. Fuck the Ghouls

8. Mercury Streams, the Proliferation of Foreign Matter

9. One Arm Left

10. Folded Space: Lead Poisoning & Distortion

11. You Win, I'm Stupid

12. Appendix: Proportion Zero

13. Operation: Head Superimposed

14. You Make Statements Concerning Things That You Know Nothing About

15. Christ, My Leg is Sore

16. Let the Surgical Strike Begin

17. One Third of the Perfect Man

18. The Seven-Ten Split

19. The Party Asteroid Apocalypse

Customer Reviews

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2 of 4 people found the following review helpful:

4.0 out of 5 stars i still can't stand...., August 19, 2002

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aphexin (Snobtown, Elitistville) - See all my reviews

This review is from: I Know A Girl Who Develops Crime Scene Photos (Audio CD)

From the opening guitar discordance of the first track to the final parched shriek of the vocals on the last track, your ears will be subjected to some of the most raucous noise ever committed to vinyl, or in this case, flimsy over-priced plastic. But fear not, for the attack that is launched on the listener through these nineteen or so tracks will no doubt crack a grin through a jaded listeners eternal sneer. It cracked mine, mind you.
Absolute disregard for conventionalism and safety is the name of the game here, as CWV plow through the songs on here with the mentality of brain surgeon after an eight hour coke binge. The musicians, or doctor, come into their respective residences of practice and ultimately decide to stray from whatever some textbook might have taught them in the past, and proceed to think to themselves: "Conventionalism and safety be damned!! This is about me, me, me!!" They pick up their instruments (guitar, drumsticks, scalpel, forceps, etc.) and go to work, all the while humming a mindless tune as brain fluid leaps into the air from a misplaced prick of the scalpel or the careless swing of a guitar (you choose).
Anyway, CWV will hurt your ears should you listen to them too loudly. Their version of grind is not for the faint hearted, as the scratchy production job only enhances the cerebral flavor that entices the listener back to it for repeated spinnings. At certain points, the vocalist seems to be shouting something completely from left field, even though the lyrics are supplied. Example: in the first song, I swear, to this day as well, that he is shouting "Shake that hassenfeffer! Shake that hassenfeffer!" But maybe my ears fail me more often than I am led to believe. Unfortunately, as the disc spins further and further towards completion, you might find your interest lagging a bit if complicated crust-core isn't entirely your puddle of brain hemorrhage. "Paging Dr. Smith....."