April 29, 1998
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UGLY MUS-TARD
On the latest eponymous release, for example, if you can get beyond the bone-jarring and mind numbing-roar that comes with the territory, Ugly Mus-tard juts into startling reposes of cello and violin ("Bitter") and piano ("Blue"). With MVP M. Daane engineering, you know that Ugly Mus-tard will sound technically good, but you never can quite wrap your mind around the fact that Ugly Mus-tard can sound downright beautiful. A sick trick, indeed. ñ Scott Kelton Jones |
Though always a dark reservoir of the id,
you never know what exactly to expect from Ugly Mus-tard. Evil clowns. Jabbering
pontiffs. Hall of Mirrors. Or just your basic everyday death, dismemberment, and
devils. Ugly Mus-tard is one of the few bands in town that can't simply
be heard, can't merely be seen. Ugly Mus-tard has to be experienced.
For the most part, the band is merely a shade of misspent youth, a fun game of Halloween
with loud guitars and louder drums. But at its best, Mus-tard goes beyond
the bass-heavy crunch of hardcore and carnival sideshow antics and creates music
ñ and images ñ that can truly haunt.