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The Shits — Diet of Worms (Rocket Recordings)

Photo by Sean O’Connell

Given the grim, raucously immiserated sonic profile managed by Leeds-based noise rock outfit the Shits, one might suspect the title track and title of new LP Diet of Worms provide the best summary statement of the music’s intent: a mouthful of worms would be bad enough; what about being the worm’s mouthful? But it might be that “Joyless Satisfaction,” the record’s fifth track, does a better job. Give it a spin, and you may hear some very serious notes of influence: the Cows at their most doleful; Flipper at their most repetition obsessed (the second side of Gone Fishin’ comes to mind); Eyehategod, c. Dopesick (1996), wrestling with their incipient tendencies toward tunefulness — see “Dixie Whiskey,” especially. Like many records by those now-venerable sludgy noiseniks, Diet of Worms provides little by way of joy, but it’s certainly satisfying.

As befits their name, the Shits betray begrudging interest, at best, in anything so pleasant as melody, preferring a resolute regard for the riff as a sort of end in itself. There are other notes and textures: a Ron Asheton-inspired bit of wah-wah wankery running through “Tarrare”; a Jon Spenser-flavored bluesy flourish at the outset of “Change My Ways.” The Shits seem conversant in the relevant cultural histories, reaching back into early-1970s groin thunder and mid-1990s Am Rep swagger. But none of those allusions or references intrinsically informs the dominant feeling tone of Diet of Worms. There’s none of the irritatingly ironized cock-rawk worship that has undercut other recent bands attempting to ride the residue of noise rock’s bluster. The Shits aren’t looking to give anyone a good time, or, it seems, to have one.

In that way, it’s salubrious that the record starts with its rawest, longest and least fun track, “In a Hell.” This reviewer particularly admires the indefinite article, as if the song wishes to depict or otherwise articulate what it’s like to be in one Hell of many possible — but still the proper noun gets a cap. Appropriately, the song grinds through the same riffs, over and over again, not going much of anywhere. Inasmuch as Hell is believable, that’s what it would seem to be like: ongoing, endless torture and agony. Around the three-minute mark, an additional layer of noise (always an option with the Shits’ triple-guitar configuration) increases the intensity. Not toward catharsis, mind you. Just for the sake of more. It’s Hell after all (or at least, a Hell), in which the concept of too much seems sort of superfluous. Perversely, you may want more of the tune, even after seven minutes. This reviewer did, and does. Play it again, you miserable Shits.

Jonathan Shaw

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Skronccupy [Weekly Mixtape 220]

Mantar | The Freqs | Primitive Broadcast Service | God Bullies | Irk | Palmar de Troya | It It Anita | Commuter | Baratro | Birth(Defects) | Inny | Microwaves | Three Second Kiss | Moja | The Shits | The Balboas | Dead Pioneers | Unsane

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Music On This Mixtape:

Mantar: "Face of Torture" taken from the album "Post Apocalyptic Depression"

The Freqs: "John Travolta" taken from the album "No God on the Gold Coast"

Primitive Broadcast Service: "Dead Horse (Apologies to Emma Lazarus)" taken from the album "Monsters"

God Bullies: "Artificial Insemination By Alien" taken from the album "Kill The King"

Irk: "The Great Wasp Of Reluctance" taken from the album "The Seeing House"

Palmar de Troya: "Shakes in Hates" taken from the album "III"

It It Anita: "Cassowary" taken from the album "HI HI HA HA"

Commuter: "Guilt Beats Hate" taken from the album "Guilt Beats Hate"

Baratro: "120 on 280" feat. Eugene Robinson taken from the album "No Comply"

Birth(Defects): "Deceiver" taken from the album "Fictional Days"

Inny: "Morsel" taken from the Belonging/Inny split EP "The Dog"

Microwaves: "Let Them Eat Space" taken from the album "Temporal Shifter"

Three Second Kiss: "First blood spills" taken from the album "From Fire I Save The Flame"

Moja: "Making noise" taken from the album "I'm hungry !!"

The Shits: "Then You're Dead" taken from the album "Diet Of Worms"

The Balboas: "We Got the Blimp" taken from the album "Bite! Blood! Repeat!"

Dead Pioneers: "Nazi Teeth" (feat. Stephanie Byrne/Cheap Perfume) taken from the album "Wagon Burner"

Unsane: "Lead" taken from the album "Occupational Hazard (2026 Reissue) + Amrep Sessions"

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tbh reading the bowenverse is a much more insane experience if ur just as unwell abt the politicians as you are about m&w, the boys are unmatched

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"Studies show that 4 out of 5 people suffer from diarrhea"

The 5th person who enjoys it:

[wet-and-wedgied]

Drew’s Diarrhea

True Story about one of my friends (with added details)

Drew smiled as he took a piece of brownie from the tray that had been set up for the college cultural festival by one of his fellow students. Drew is an average guy, about average height and build, a little on the thin side. He has really thick black curls. He was wearing an orange polo shirt with cream colored pants and a braided belt.

He snacked on the brownie as he listened to the baker explain that it was their first time baking, and they hoped that they turned out great, since they hadn’t followed any recipes or instructions. Drew assured them they were delicious as he finished up the treat, taking another and enjoying it as he headed on to his job, leaving campus.

About a half an hour later, Drew was at work when he felt his stomach churn. He bent at his desk, clutching his abdomen as it felt like his guts had turned into a boiling melting pot. He let out a low groan, then felt his stomach drop and a river of shit drop down his small intestine. Drew squeaked, clenching his ass and putting a hand underneath himself, just barely stoping his bowels from emptying themselves.

Oh fuck Drew thought. I’ve got the shits

“I’ll be right back,” Drew told one of his co-workers as he hustled to the staff bathroom and ran into the first stall.

“oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” Drew cursed to himself as he squirmed and desperately undid his belt. He yanked down his pants and his boxers, pooling around his ankles and sat down.

BBBBRBBBPPRRTT! A fat hot fart escape him, but did nothing to elevate the pressure in his gut. Another fart. Then two more PPPRBBFFFTTT! PppRBBRRT!

Drew held his stomach as his asshole opened up and a mushy column of shit blasted out of him onto the toilet. A cascade of muddy diarrhea followed, spraying the porcelain bowl as his bowels evacuated themselves. “Ahhh! Ahh!” Drew moaned as he bent, arms around his stomach as an other shitty eruption left his ass. Diarrhea poured out of him, emptying him out still he was left drenched in sweat.

Drew wiped himself and pulled up his trousers and washed his hands, going back to work.

… to come running back into the bathroom ten minutes later, slamming his ass against the toilet seat just in time as

BBBRRBBPPRT!

SLLESSURPRPPBBRRT!

“oh shit!” Drew called out as a cascade of bubbling diarrhea like a waterfall shot out of his ass. “What the hell is wrong with me—AHH!”

Another wave of diarrhea, thicker than before blasted out of Drew’s ass in an uncontrollable splattering against the soiled water. Squishy chunks of shit shot out rapid fire. Farts like machine guns were squeezed out, rapid fire one after another. He was then suddenly given a reprieve from his diarrhea. Drew’s eyes crossed and he extended his legs as a new thick log of shit hit his hole, stretching it out as it slowly pushed out of him, it was pleasurable and painful at the same time and then another cramp hit his gut and the massive log broke free, morphing from solid back into muddy and then watery diarrhea once again.

Again he was able to clean up and go back to work. And again he was back in the restroom not long after, his ass exploding with diarrhea.

It was Drew’s fourth trip to the restroom when things got dicey. As he entered the bathroom, he saw that the stalls were all occupied. It seemed he wasn’t the only one with an upset stomach. He doubled over as his guys twisted and he forced out a fat wet fart. He winced as it blasted out of him. Oh man, another round of the shits was coming and it was coming fast! He held his stomach, looking around, clenching his ass as he tried to make sure he didn’t shit himself. The stalls were occupied and none of them sounded like they’d be done anytime soon. But his dump was not waiting. The urinal! He winced as another fart boomed out of him PPPBBBPPPPRRRDTTTPT!

“oh man, I’m sorry, I can’t hold, I gotta—“ Drew said exasperated as he fumbled with his belt and rushed to the urinal. He turned around, dropping his trousers and yanking his underwear down around his knees as he bent ass first into the urinal, bracing himself.

PPPOLPPOSSSRRRPPERRT!

Drew gasped, his eyes crossing as a fire hose of diarrhea bursted out of him , arcing through the air and splattered against the back of the urinal. It came out as a relentless torrent of muddy shits, quickly filling the urinal as Drew’s lost complete control over his bowels.

Drew farted and moaned as he expelled the last of his waste, overfilling the urinal and sending the mess splattering against the bathroom floor. He nervously pulled up his pants, wiping himself with some torn papertowels and hurrying out of the bathroom before anyone could find the mess he had made with his bout of explosive diarrhea.