At only six songs, the EP (released in physical form as a tape) has a get-in-and-get-out philosophy that is efficient and super smart — always leave 'em wanting more! Album opener "Smother" smashes through the gate with crunchy riffs and an instantly singable vocal hook, reminding me of a popper version of a Pack A.D. song. The other songs on the EP are equally hooky: "Miss America" segues from dozy, almost stream-of-consciousness vocals into a sprawling chorus, "Maggot" takes a trashbag asshole to task in an addictively tuneful manner and "You Ask For It" is an instrumental grunge ripper that gives Ty Segall a run for his money.
There's a couple of vocal affectations that I could do without — in "Teen Mom," one of the girls sings the word "talk" with a weird Linda Richman-esque twang — and overall I get a sense that Slutever are working really hard at the brat thing, which can sometimes come across as a mite affected. It's not necessary; their natural snottiness comes across in spades, and musically speaking, they are more than capable of communicating their vibe through a deft command of tone and lyrical sensibility. This is a really fun tape that feels like it was gestated in the soupy fluids on the floor of fabled L.A. punk venue The Smell. (Independent)