Kill Yourself do a great Jesus Lizard circa Goat
, with added bits you might not find if you pulled out those records for reference. In other words, this EP isn't a covers disc or a half-assed imitation of the art-muscle-zombie sound that David Yow and his trio coaxed from their limited setup, but a heavily indebted reshuffling of those same basic ingredients. A track like "Moustache", with its low, discordant riffs and heavy-grade bass line, might sound pretty familiar, but vocalist Giles Bailey lets in just enough stupid-human satire with his imitation of a forty-year-old ultra-male to give it some new life. "Sandeater" might be awfully close in name to "Mouthbreather", but its start-stop sections and free-playing breakdowns give it a totally different atmosphere -- more removed dread than dead-eyed aggression -- which the band then extends through manic sections of "Class of '96" and the scorching "Binhead's Bad Ribs". "Coffee" and "Computron 2000" start out like more straight-ahead tumblers, then descend into the same art-slasher territory, and both benefit similarly from the extra distance covered.
Soft Touch of Man might not be anything to call home about in its own well-traveled corner of post-hardcore, but as far as cock rock for art majors goes, it's solid and varied enough to see anyone through their own ironic fit of rage without a hitch.