When I was in high school, guitars were just bigger prosthetic dicks for rich assholes and saxophones just surrogate chemistry sets for utter losers. As far as I know, I was the only one who had any electronics and guys called me names always and beat me up sometimes. When Needle Gun were in high school they shot all those emptoids to death with rabid-yet-impotent guitar squawk, denatured sax quacks, creepy bleeps, unidentifiable splotch-shock rays and bubbling, preternatural vigor. Punk rock actually seems liberating when heard through their ears, having retreated from all external points of sonic/generic reference in search of some far more disgusting ur-quelle. We live in an age in which more "kids" are making "weird" "decisions" than ever before but Afternoon Computer Umbrage gives me reason to believe that Needle Gun are making the weirdest possible decisions in as many impossible ages. - Owen Gardner
"Afternoon Computer Umbrage... is a perfect... romp." - Bret McCabe, City Paper
- Artwork by Max Eisenberg
- Individually hand silk-screened by Jen Kirby
