{"id":2028,"date":"2016-09-05T13:31:13","date_gmt":"2016-09-05T18:31:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/2.dougkubert.com\/blog\/?p=2028"},"modified":"2019-11-12T01:05:54","modified_gmt":"2019-11-12T06:05:54","slug":"wet-ones","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/2.dougkubert.com\/blog\/?p=2028","title":{"rendered":"Wet Ones"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"WetWet Ones<\/em> LP
\nBlack Gladiator, 2016<\/p>\n

For too many years the musical exports of the Kansas City area rarely captured the quality and quantity of what this midwestern mecca in the middle of the swollen gut of the\u00a0United States has had to offer. For all the good shit tearing up sketchy, short-lived clubs and out-of-control house parties, the only groups\u00a0ever to get\u00a0much attention outside the sprawling expanse of the I-435 loop tended to be on the tame and conventional side of the rock ‘n roll spectrum. And while that’s probably how things should be, it’s always disheartening to witness\u00a0how\u00a0little of the crazed energy buzzing around the KC\/Lawrence area ever gets adequately captured on wax. Thankfully that all changed early this year\u00a0when the ace Slovenly offshoot label Black Gladiator unleashed this 13-track\u00a0wrecker delivering frenzied\u00a0garage punk every bit as vile as its predecessor Fag Cop<\/strong>. With the\u00a0in-the-red burn of\u00a0The Fatals<\/strong> and\u00a0the panicked contagious energy of The Reatards\u00a0<\/strong>earliest excretions, this record has slowly\u00a0festered into\u00a0the feel-bad hit of the summer. That’s fitting too, since the Wet One are a lot like summer in KC:\u00a0hot, nasty and ready to beat\u00a0your ass.<\/p>\n