As we break free from the days spent at home, and as the vapid live streams begin to dwindle, the desire for a loud, fast, and loose rock’n’roll sound has never been greater. Well look no further folks, LYSOL are more than just a flammable aerosol cleaner, they’re the sonic catalyst for destruction.
A frequent fixture on the Seattle and Olympia scenes, Lysol have steadily made a name for themselves – not only through a stack of previous singles and demos, but as an exceptional live band.
“Soup for My Family”, the debut Lysol album, is exactly the moment we’ve all been waiting for. There’s nothing held back in these eleven tracks, not an ounce of bullshit. It’s a furious flurry of punk, hardcore, and garage rock. You can practically feel the calloused fingers that created these abrasive guitar licks and powerful rhythm pocket running right up against the most psycho, in-the-red vocals this side of Iggy or Teengenerate. A wailing sax (compliments of former Milk Music-ian Dave Harvey) sends “Soup for My Family” off into the cosmos – and if you can put yourself back together after that, the turntable may as well stay set at 45 so you can flip this sucker over and remember why you fell in love with rock’n’roll in the first place.