Sometimes it's good to be old and out of the loop, because it means that you get to "discover" music that all the hip people have already cycled through and gotten bored with. This tape came out in 2009, and if the internet is to be believed, then folks from BODYROT have moved on to the equally awesome NEON BLUD - but never mind what they are doing now, today is all about what they were doing then. Noisy and demented juvenile shits, snarky and full of false confidence, attitude and keyboards. Add liberal doses of confused distortion and mash it all into an oh-so-danceable package - you are getting the picture, right? The vocals are mostly female, and they seem not the least bit concerned with joining the music in any sort of harmonious manner, but their cavalier presentation (along with the baffling amount of feedback that permeates virtually every moment of sound) is part of what makes this chaotic trainwreck so appealing. It's like mysterious guy hardcore for shy girls - and that's a compliment.
The girl on the cover is the first person who took me to eat at the quasi-famous grease trucks in New Brunswick, New Jersey, and she appears to be eating one of those quasi-famous sandwiches in the photo. What that has to do with BODYROT, I have no idea.