Turbo Fruits
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Ecstatic Peace 2007

By Zach Stephenson

Turbo Fruits is yet another barrel of snotty teenagers suddenly riding in the back of a van called Ecstatic Peace, the label operated by Thurston Moore. That guy couldn't ape the coach of a jaundiced Bad News Bears more if he woke up in a parking lot every morning and poured whisky into a beer can.

Their lyrics are akin to labelmates Bring Your Own Pet, except they’re bluesier and more fond of lunchroom drug innuendos. The free-form idiocy never adds up to a whole lot, but the music of these 17 year olds speaks without words like a young Replacements. Songs like “No Drugs to Use,” “Pockets Full of Thistles” and allying mantras like “Oh Shit Here She Comes” rally to give 'r at anywhere except the gym and leave chores without persons, which means you can cease editing Icky Thump’s tracklist. 

This discourse of the Turbo Fruits is written by Zach Stephenson for ignore Magazine, copyright 2007.