Kill Me Tomorrow

    The Garbageman and the Prostitute


    I’ve never worn leather pants before. And for good reason, I think. First, I’m a goddamned vegetarian. And two, I don’t think the mobility that the garment offers would really suit my active lifestyle. But when I listen to Kill Me Tomorrow’s sophomore full-length, The Garbageman and the Prostitute, I want nothing more than to prance around the Lower East Side wearing a tight pair of black shinies. I imagine my European slacks reflecting car and traffic lights, as I search the city streets for some weird shit. Shit like the underworld of swing parties and underground organ-thievery cartels.


    Tightly fine-tuned by Liars and Vaz producer Steve Revitte, The Garbageman and the Prostitute offers a mixed sound that is part experimental, part industrial and part electro-punk. The band’s style has speed-like elements of the Faint while retaining the same fucked-up scariness of Skinny Puppy. Devious lyrics like “I saw your face in a magazine that we all jerked off to,” are backed by tweaked-out sonic instrumental booms on this thirteen-track banger.

    Opener “This Siren Is a Flesh Siren” puts its listener into a schizophrenic headlock while screeching guitars and pounding drum beats mingle with surprisingly tasteful filtered screams, yells and heavy breathing. Kill Me Tomorrow offers no rest from its intense vibrant onslaught. On “This Is a Movie,” multi-layered tracks and sound effects are squashed together nicely while the raspy frontman Zack Wentz explores his anger.

    The band exercises its right to fuck around on tracks “7-11” and “Tell Me About Your Mother.” Static-like dysfunctional beats hold a heavy spoken-word track that actually gives a nice but weird break from the rest of the album’s intensity.

    Included with the album is a DVD that features four videos from tracks taken from The Garbageman and the Prostitute. I expected some creepy experimental-type imagery, but was disappointed by each video’s mainstream themes and cookie-cutter sensibility. Supposedly, a novel written by Wentz that corresponds with the album is also in the works.

    I don’t know what it is about this album that makes me want to be bad. Well, not really bad, maybe just want to watch bad shit. I can’t really explain the leather pants part though. Dance, scream and head-butt your friends for drunken kicks. With The Garbageman and the Prostitute, Kill Me Tomorrow has created an angry, wild, unpredictable indie record. Pick this shit up, get some leather pants and go steal some kidneys.