10. Whores., 'Gold'
"Good times, bad vibes" goes the bumper-sticker-ready slogan by which Atlanta's Whores. describe themselves, and their debut full-length plays it out, well, goldenly. Two EPs have honed the trio's scuzzy, Amphetamine Reptilian noise-rock, cranking up the swagger and the snarl, and also the sardonic, self-deprecating wit. "Where's the money? Where's the fame? I was told by now they'd know my name," singer-guitarist Christian Lembach laments, Lizard tongue firmly in cheek, on furious opener "Playing Poor," while on the excellently titled "I See You Are Also Wearing a Black T-Shirt" he gently pokes the poseurs. But for Whores., the joke is ultimately on them — they know it and relish rubbing salt into their own wounds. "You can call it a trophy/I call it only the hole I poured my life into," Lembach spits on the lurching "Participation Trophy." We hope they have similar irreverence for their inclusion here. B.G.