Below is the OCR text representation for this newspapers page.

TLAgPOLT. page 5 MELLIFLUOUS TWOSOME RATTLE FILLINGS IN LOW-END SHOVE Swimming in cold water gets you where you want to be. deserted highway. Two lights, dusty red, move, gila monster, quickly, a sinuous curve, shroud and figures, silhoutted light, pouring through, out of the ciypt and into the sunlight. Bum into a death, hand shake and a quick grin over the counter, eyes slide down cheek stop. Nervous explosion of laughter, caught somewhere in the stomach hyena and coyote share a beer and chuckle, to reminince for these guys is no sin. Chea] Budda lamps from the thrift store stare at me. Damn peeping prophets. Ha. Fell in a hole, laughed really hard. These hands, fucking hands. Over the edge reaching for me. No, really. I mean it. I swear it happened. Cool--Crush--Opera Judging lrom the momentous debut of (please change the name) BOLT UPRIGHT, Athens audiences will have a great deal to cope with in this oft-abused genre—the genre being noise, the conflict being that this is powerful, real, and thoughtful—no haha hoho splatter drunk ego-jams here. The 69 white noise/heat low-end WALL and Indian-monkey WAIL sent most of the attending audience running, those who stayed should consider pacemakers for the next performance. This stuff will challenge your ribcage capacity and your patience for other party noisemakers. 2 guitars, all bottom no end. no drums, no yelling. This is it. —John truck