I haven't thought about this record in 15 years, but I saw it between This Mortal Coil and Thomas Jefferson Slave Apartments in my iTunes, so I gave it a whirl. It helped me recall a few things about this period: I booked
Freddy on a bill that included Dan Deacon's first club show in Baltimore; I got super into experimental pop after hearing this record; I'd ride my bike up Calvert St. at 3 in the morning listening to this on my last Walkman, watching the sex workers on each corner fidget and adjust themselves between propositions.
This is an unpleasant, unhappy recording that, performed live, proved to be gripping. There's so much sadness and pain here that it feels like the room got darker as I listened to it. It's also painfully honest and young, which may be why I enjoyed it as much as I did, and why I dug revisiting it. "Church Point, LA" is an interesting synthesis of industrial/EBM, pop, and emo that would be representative of that whole Not Not Fun Records scene from the early aughts. I recommend a spin.
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