instrumentals. ‘Meat Packer’ is the epitome of Whirlwhind Heat whacky and frantic, but crisp, compelling and slightly scary at the same time, something that is borne out in their lyrics;
“Pollution of a mean filled man
running in circles with a diaper at hand,
laughing at the garbage can.”
Swanson’s almost Francis Black style vocals at times, gives Whirlwind Heat an added edge and some extra vibrancy in intriguing tracks such as ‘A Worm’s Coat’ and ‘No Gums’. This tormenting trio is certainly one to keep your eye on as they have an insatiable taste for diversity and originality, as the nature and format of this offering implies.