Great band name, Meth Teeth has. Not a bad album, either, though even I’m getting a little sick of the shitgaze aesthetic.
My review at Dusted today closes, “Like Eat Skull, Meth Teeth wraps fragmented bits of pop in a mesh of obstacles – cavernous distortion, buried leads and undecipherable lyrics. The songs win out most of the time, in a clattery, indistinct sort of way, though whether they’d sound better if you could actually hear them is anybody’s call.”
The rest of the review.
I first heard Meth Teeth at Raven Sings the Blues.