Custom, Fast

By Joanna Farley

Custom’s Fast shows some promise-for about a minute. Then the album degenerates into mindless, violent lyrics. Duane Lavold, the man behind Custom, follows the advice “if you scream and swear enough, no one will realize you have no talent.” A variety of elements, from electronic bleeps and whistles to full out rap, confuse the listener on exactly what sound Custom wants. Tracks such as the softer “Skate” show a bit of promise through a lack of screaming, but the album soon returns to brain-numbing, ear-aching drivel.

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