American Sharks are, like Lady Caroline Lamb said of that early 19th-century rock star Lord Byron, mad, bad, and dangerous to know. The bong-loaded Austin trio had been reliably fucking shit up around Houston for a few years -- see this practically Neanderthal 2007 slideshow from Proletariat -- before relocating to Austin in early 2012. That was around the time the band released the "Weedwizard" 7" single that came packaged with a free grinder. On green vinyl.
Artwork courtesy of The End Records
Among relatively recent Houston transplants, only the Octopus Project and arguably the Eastern Sea have made bigger splashes in the Austin scene than the Sharks, who the Austin Chronicle called the "Future of Austin Rock" in June. Last month VICE magazine's hedonism-touting Noisey blog spotlighted "Overdrive," a Riverboat Gamblers-like blast of a video featuring a UFO, men in radiation suits and a room full of girls in skimpy outfits.
And then earlier this week, Brooklyn label The End Records released the "Overdrive" mothership, the Sharks' debut, er, "full length" album. Simply titled American Sharks, not even half an hour long, but that's more than enough time for the Sharks to indulge in plenty of debauchery and other demonic activity. If "Cocaine" doesn't do it for you, surely "Demon With a Glass Sword" or "Satan's Overture Pt. 1" will. It's Cali high-desert throb smeared with Texas scuzz, absolutely no seeds and stems.