Electric Piss by Lazer Mountain: A Chaotic Sonic Clusterfuck That Somehow Works
Alright, buckle up, because Electric Piss by Lazer Mountain is not your grandma’s rock album—unless your grandma likes her music loud, messy, and borderline unhinged. Released back in 2005 under the labels Not On Label and Take It Back, this thing screams raw energy from start to finish. It’s grindcore meets post-hardcore with a dash of experimental chaos thrown in for good measure. And yeah, it’s as wild as it sounds.
Let’s dive into some tracks that’ll stick with you like gum on a hot sidewalk. First off, there’s “Knee Exploded In A Grocery Store.” What kind of title is that? Exactly the kind you’d expect from these lunatics. The track hits hard right outta the gate, blasting through riffs so jagged they could cut glass. You’re not just listening to this one—you’re surviving it. By the time those drums kick in full force, you'll feel like your own knee might explode too. It’s ridiculous, chaotic, and oddly satisfying, kinda like tripping over yourself but landing perfectly on your feet.
Then there’s “Bong Iraq,” which shows up twice because apparently once wasn’t enough (and honestly, who can blame them?). This tune feels like someone took punk rock, dipped it in acid, and set it on fire. The vocals are all over the place—part screaming banshee, part dude losing his mind at karaoke night—and somehow it works. The guitar work here is gnarly as hell, switching between sludgy breakdowns and spastic bursts of noise. If you’ve ever wanted to mosh while questioning your life choices, this is your jam.
Now, let’s talk about what makes Electric Piss stand out in the sea of hardcore wannabes. Sure, plenty of bands try to blend genres, but Lazer Mountain does it like they don’t give two shits if you get it or not. Tracks like “I Ordered Lobster & Got A Telephone” sound like inside jokes gone horribly wrong—or horribly right, depending on how much caffeine you’ve had today. There’s no polish here, no shiny production tricks trying to smooth things over. Just pure, unfiltered rage wrapped in weirdness.
And hey, maybe that’s why this album sticks with me. It doesn’t play by any rules—it smashes ‘em to pieces and dances on the wreckage. Listening to Electric Piss feels like being invited to a party where everyone’s drunk on bad decisions and questionable life paths. But damn, isn’t that more fun than another cookie-cutter playlist?
So yeah, if you’re looking for something safe and predictable, keep scrolling. But if you want an album that punches you in the face and then laughs while you recover, check out Electric Piss. Just don’t say I didn’t warn you when you find yourself humming along to songs about exploding knees and seafood scams. Oh, and bonus points if you figure out why half the song titles repeat themselves. Maybe even Lazer Mountain forgot what they were doing halfway through. Punk rock logic, amirite?
