McClusky My Pain and Sadness is More Sad and Painful Than Yours

Within just ten seconds, McClusky's reissued debut smashes into a marathon of abrasive guitars and thinly recorded drums, rounded out by absolutely mind-numbing vocal yelps comparable to Beavis getting worked up when Butthead gets his way. While that sound explosion doesn't continue for the disc's entirety (there are a few less intrusive tracks), there's something that makes this whole record hard to stomach. It could be the terrible production values or novice songwriting but more than anything it has to be the ridiculous screaming that makes this album completely intolerable (think about the first time you heard the Vines). The title may boldly state My Pain and Sadness is More Sad and Painful Than Yours but if you spend too much time with McClusky's debut, the pain will sadly set in. If you're still heart-set on hearing the Welsh trio, do yourself a favour and pick up Mclusky Do Dallas, their far-superior, second offering, and leave this debut for the history books. (Too Pure)