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MY RASH- Doomed From The Start (Bittersick
International) Dear Diary- I thought the self-indulgent crap I write
in you was whiny, but it’s nothing compared to the woe-is-me treacle
Touch My Rash spews out. (Well, my recent entry about the zit that ruined
my vacation WAS pretty bad, but I’m going to keep this about Doomed
From The Start, okay?). At first I thought this must be some kinda
joke. A band with a delightfully sick name like Touch My Rash that puts
out songs such as “My Own Tragedy,” “Slit Our Wrists,” and
“Sexless Existence” seemed like it just had to be wry parody at its
finest. But the lyrics themselves- along with the seeming earnestness in
which they’re sung- make me think this guy and two girls might actually
be serious. Honestly, the self-pity on display here is remarkable (sample
lyric: “Sometimes I wish I were brain dead/I’d be happy all the
time/I’d be working all day without thinking I’m wasting my whole
life/But it’s a shame that’s how I feel”). Musically it’s pretty
much seat of the pants punk rock; basic, I-just-learned-how-to-play riffs
and drums backing snotty, at times tortured vocals. But despite all I’ve
written so far, I really don’t hate this band. Their simplistic approach
and nice crunchy guitar sound can have its sonic charms. It’s just the
mopey verse that does me in! And while I’m guessing that most of the
world may not want to touch this particular rash, rage-filled, gloomy 9th
graders will probably love them. –Ben Hunter
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