EHP 0.37: El Buzzard gringa CD [ purchase cd ] Pressing Information: 1000 CDs EL BUZZARD return with their second full length album and second release with The Electric Human Project in the way of "Gringa", a half hour of pill induced scum rock. This time around EL BUZZARD take their MELVINS/KARP influenced stoner dirge up a notch while managing to praise greats such as BLACK SABBATH, LEAF HOUND, MOTORHEAD, and LED ZEPPELIN. Solid riffs that challenge you not to play air guitar coupled with lamented doom filth dragged through rivers of cough syrup and oxycontin. The vocals are also more raw then ever before making this EL BUZZARD's most dense and bloodthirsty offering to date. Would you expect anything less from a band whose videos feature Barbi snorting lines of coke? TRACK LISTING: 1. Social Engineering 2. Hogzilla 3. Mole Juice 4. Test Of Courage 5. Undercock 6. White Bread 7. Mexcellent 8. Fire Fight 9. Titty Twister 10. War Pie 11. Gagged/Garnished 12. Sexophonic Turbo Delight REVIEWS: Punk Planet issue 72 (RR) Something this ugly isn't supposed to sound this good. Snarling, mucky guitars and alternately plodding and pummeling drums blast while raspy vocals fight the rest of the instruments. It's ugly. It's dirty. It's beautiful. Collective Zine (Kunal Nandi) As the first track lazily wobbles into its own peculiar groove, I’m totally reminded of Dead Meadow’s hazily dope-drenched fug-rock, all elastic guitar lines and syncopated drums. This is a good thing that turns into an even better thing when that all changes into some low down and dirty bull-headed Karp-esque monster riffing. From then on, it’s a fine, artless balancing act between the two, with the band being very clever at playing dumb, where nothing outstays its welcome, except maybe that big jam at the end of the album, but even that is some seriously good shit. Noise-rock worthy of the name! Impact Press (CP) It wouldn't be hard to convince someone that El Buzzard was made by the vengeful bastard sons of the Melvins these sonic terrorists combine lots of screeching and sludgy riffs which will make you feel like you had broken glass shoved into your ears. Totally fucking amazing! Zero Magazine (Dave Pirtle) Few bands in NorCal are more out there than El Buzzard. One might say that they’re just completely psychotic, and they wouldn’t be far off the mark. Come to think of it, that’s probably dead-on. The music these guys create is a total sonic mindfuck and damn do they ever revel in it. With nary a pause in between tracks, it’s just a nonstop assault on the senses. The music is a mash of Bongzilla, Soilent Green, and Black Sabbath, the vocals a series of tortured screams that don’t even resemble syllables, all wrapped in a big sheet of fuzz that even the most dedicated stoner may find fault with it. That’s about all there is to say. The band would use sentences filled with big, technical words that didn’t at all relate to music to describe themselves, as they have done in these very pages before, but it’s really just a simple formula that is very effective at delivering the final, head-pounding product. Peacedogman.com (Two Tube Man) EL BUZZARD are the devil's music. They are evil incarnate. They are violent, drug addled freaks. They are the best band playing this kind of music. Your mom agrees. If you liked TODAY IS THE DAY you should listen to this instead. You should get wet and drive your car thru the front of that 7/11 with this cranked, get out and grab yourself a slurpee. Go on a tri state killing spree. Stab an elephant to death and eat it's heart. You should hunt down FISTULA and beat them with a flaming bag of dog shit to this. I hear they broke up so go back in time and do it. Listening to this makes me wanna drink a 30 pack by myself and dig into that large brown paper bag of fireworks to my left. The 8 shot cannons are looking choice right now. Maybe strap that brick of Black Cat's to my stomach and power bomb the neighbors. Maybe just put my head thru another mirror. That shit hurts. But it is funny when you walk out of the john with glass stuck in your forehead, bleeding like a freak, and then you just act like nothing happened. Crack open another one and get down to business. It's at least as stirring as "Astral Weeks" and as violent as "DETESTation". Makes me wish I still owned a gun. Now, anyone who's heard of my mishaps with fireworks should be very afraid at that thought. Regardless, the next time it's time to drink, fight, and fuck this should be on in the background. The Journal Review (Wade Coggeshall) What the Melvins are lacking in sludge-tone finesse lately, El Buzzard are proudly displaying on their stained sleeves.These NoCal blackguards continue to take their dirge and scourge a step further on second album, “Gringa,” splicing in hipster soundbites that sometimes run completely counter to the music. Their bloozy, blotto-ridden sound is matched only in its pugnacity by the raw-throated screams of singer Troy Kooper. With heads full of vinegar and illegal vitamins, the quartet shambles its way through such rough diamonds as the grizzly bull run of “Hogzilla,” the scuzzy undulation of “Undercock,” the delusive chaos of “White Bread,” the ricocheting ruckus of “Gagged/Garnished” and the feral ferocity of “Mexcellent.” Clay Parton’s tin-pin clatter and Josh Santaga’s phlegmy low-end help instigate Kooper’s and Gene Nite’s roughhewn riffing. Through the grime there’s melody, a bit of soul, that’s apparent, most notably the blues adagio that opens “Social Engineering” and which commences the CD. Mostly though El Buzzard churn out unwashed rock, punk and metal, with no regard for the dirt and destruction that accompanies. Enjoy the buzz, because the hangover’s coming..