"The first LP by this rather berserk Portland Oregon duo, made up of vocalist/electronics-scrambler Noa Ver and drummer/electronics-scamperer Zach D’Agostino. Our experience with Portland music had led us to believe it often has a mellow and/or gentle edge, but Sea Moss offer none of that. Their raucous, face-to-face approach to duo dynamism is as weirdly aggressive as anything that’s ever come out the dag end of Brooklyn or Providence, and that’s saying something.
Using homemade electronic devices that generate vast heaps of splutter and careenage, employing a percussive technique that would make Fred Flintstone proud, and singing into a microphone that makes everything sound like someone howling curses through an elevator intercom, Sea Moss have arrived at a modus operandi that will make weaklings poop eggs. The wildness of their approach is most evident in live concert, where they spend all their energy hurling figurative rolling pins, frying pans, and glottal pronouncements directly into each other’s faces. But on vinyl, it’s possible to ponder the structural and lyrical gambits they use to attack each other.
The lyrics, at least what I think I can make out of them, explode like strings of haiku written during a particularly hectic game of Exquisite Corpse. And the instrumental portions of the tunes often sound as though they were written for a Chrome tribute concert to be performed by lighthouse foghorns.
The other day, while I was playing this in the store, someone commented that the vocals reminded them of very early Guerilla Toss. I pointed out that while there might be some small surface similarities, the utter weirdness of the underlying music pretty much negated comparison. Then I threw them out. Sea Moss is doing some crazy shit. Don’t beggar them with comparisons. Listen with all your holes open and pass the goddamn drool cup."
-Byron Coley, 2019
"...full of warm cuddly old school noise detritus; bleeps and screeches and whirrs moving in sync with the band. We’re a decade-and-a-half past the golden age of American noise-punk (think Lightning Bolt and Black Dice) but this still feels fresh. They recorded the whole thing live to tape at a gallery in Portland (is it possible to be any more Portland that that might I add), so the energy is furiously high throughout." -Tristan Bath, The Quietus
"You might pick up on shades of the corrosive Gay Disco of Guerilla Toss or, for those closer to MN, on a shape-shifting merger between the late Skoal Kodiak and the currently active group, The Miami Dolphins." -Free Form Freakout
"This will make you feel warm inside while it tears you apart." -KFJC 89.7FM
"...wonky in a post-punk meets post-cyborg meets post-noise meets post-shriek meets post-electrons sort of way." -Nine Chains to the Moon
"...irreverent, beat-driven soundscapes." -Spectrum Culture
"Listen to with the nob turned up to ELEVENS!" -Cassette Gods
Art by DW
Tape layout by Liz Pavlovic
Co-released by Feeding Tube Records & Crash Symbols