With a name as putrid as Lumpy And The Dumpers, the sudden destruction to hesitation and abrasiveness comes naturally. With past records having names like Huff My Sack, Music To Hump A Trashcan To, and Cruise Horny or Die, a name like Those Pickled Fuckers does not come as a surprise and is instead welcomed to the dirty, rotten sound of Lumpy And The Dumpers. The St. Louis originals are forceful, come stronger than before, and are more lovable than ever.
With the opening track, “Passing Glass”, Lumpy And The Dumpers have a higher recording quality than Huff My Sack which is not a very challenging task. The musical instruments are more refined here and are more recognizable. The lo-fi quality is still present, but the focus is shifted to the brutish style instead of the rough instruments. The quality of tone is much of the same as Lumpy And The Dumpers have a sensational way of disguising their music through comedy and outrageousness, even though it is written and performed incredibly well. The aggressiveness is always something that Lumpy And The Dumpers do well as a team and through “Passing Glass”, there is an urge to create movement from the pounding percussion and the frantic guitar that slams into frame over the noisy background.
The band as a collective is daunting, but has a dirty charm about them and “Hair On The Inside” is a punk anthem of quick, minute-and-a-half sound that attacks and then suddenly shifts again. Those Pickled Fuckers is a constantly evolving animal of a new breed; the transitions are sudden and leave no room for breath to be drawn. It is the musical equivalent of flying through the city streets with nothing being able to resonate and the whole experience being a chaotic mess, but it is also a masterpiece of energy and fun. Especially when it moves to “Attention” where the frantic activity and shifting operation takes an electronic cue with these schizophrenic levels of sound that cry out and reflect Those Pickled Fuckers as the lead vocalist delivers a stunning display. “Let me show you a trick, let me show you my dick. Is it just me or, does it look like a melted crayon?”, it is truly not for the faint of heart, but is also a type of line that leaves a smile as Lumpy And The Dumpers crash into the walls around them in an energetic blast of new waved style.
Those Pickled Fuckers becomes uglier through each listen and as it reaches the final apex of “Someone’s in the House”, and “Pickled Fuckers”, Lumpy And The Dumpers introduce a saxophone that blares in the instrumental mess that adds more to the rough, but charismatic movement. “Someone’s in the House” is actually closer to one of the slowest tracks by Lumpy And The Dumpers, but still has that same sense of abrasive nature and hellish yelling. It is a performance by the band that is present throughout and continues to be a staple point in Lumpy And The Dumper’s natural flow of disgust. The final track, “Pickled Fuckers” is a send-off only fit for a band like Lumpy And The Dumpers. It is comprised of sudden punches of guitar riffs and percussion that relies on the hi-hat and hard-strung strings to fill the voids of sound.
It is ugly, it is abrasive, but it is irreplaceable. The sound is like no other as Lumpy And The Dumpers are not only an act to hear through the violent nature, but to see the progression with each record keeps the band interesting and above all, strange. It is the moments of anguished screams and destructive instruments that create a sensational release that changes with each listen. An adapting monster that twists and contorts beyond repair that is as ugly and interesting, as it is entertaining.