Psychostick’s shtick, hardcore with a sense of humour, as if Weird Al did an entire album of Primus parodies referencing food, would get old fast if they weren’t so damn good.
On Sandwich, their 2009 album, somebody wonders if they “should record a song that, you know, sells.”
“What do you have against food?” Somebody else asks.
Psychostick are from Tampa, Arizona, and they are frat house humor geeks and they are truly unny but just as important, with the exception of an “The Hunger Within” here and there (to prove they can do it). A power ballad that opens with the legendary “I wish I had a tacos with everything on it”. Their tongue is so far in their cheek they must be licking the inside of their nose.
Elsewhere this generous helping of 24 songs (the last one? “We Ran Out Of CD SPace”), includes nary a melody line: it crunches hard like the best of em if not like Lamb Of God. It is noise run amock and it consistently, er, bizarre and funny and the more you listen the funnier and harder it becomes. “This is not a song, it’s a sandwiche, they claim at one point and all I have to add is Amen.
Funny, clever, and it rocks like a phillie cheesteak with extra onions: all bass and drums, all crunch and ketchup.
Eat one now.