This came out in 1999 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
I took one look at the umlaut-bearing handle, black-humoured title and chilly snowbound landscape of the CD cover and figured I was in for some sort of sick, European death metal.
Not even close; this San Francisco Bay-area foursome are as indie-rock as they come, with tunes that bounce along on choppy, angular riffs, bungee-cord slide guitars and talky, slackerish vocals. Not that they can’t raise an unholy ruckus now and then; these boys definitely aren’t scared to plunge headlong into Sonic Youth-style squalls of explosive noise when the occasion calls for it. But on the whole, you get the sense Überhund are more concerned with mentality than metal. Suits me fine. You too, probably.
