Not to do ourselves out of a job, but the best way to review LA quartet Fidlar wouldn’t be with words, but with a before an after photo of the most hedonistic,  fucked up house party and the resulting, K.O-ed carnage. Fidlar understand that life is fundamentally shit and the way around it is to just do whatever the hell you like. Drink, smoke, fuck, fight, party. Listen to balls-to-the-wall garage punk like this. Deal with the fall-out later. Regret nothing. Oozing more nihilistic youthful abandonment than anyone since Black Lips, their manifesto sounds pretty appealing from here.