I really enjoyed the last thing I got from Sebos (aka Spring Hill's David Patterson), whose milieu can't really be captured in words -- although "a disturbing and invigorating amalgam of grind, doom, Goth, Americana, and acid-drenched Texas redneck" will work for our purposes. This latest effort, a five-track EP, dwells a little too obsessively on menacing synth-metal atmosphere and indecipherable, glass-shattering vocal shrieks (check out the unrecognizable cover of Tori Amos' "The Waitress") to completely win me over, but Sebos is again challenging, original and worthwhile. Highlights: the scary/inventive intro to "Lesson One, Volume 20," the yowling survivor-type mantra "Standing on the Backs of Dead Men," and the brief, nutjob-at-the-pianny closer "(I Almost Survived) Last Call at Frenchy's." Anybody who might be interested in a project capable of sounding simultaneously like Melvins, Today is the Day, retarded Primus, and Butthole Surfers would do well to seek Sebos out. Rated 3 ½ out of 5 "planets"

This is what the Butthole Surfers might've sounded like had they formed in Dade City and matched their LSD intake with copious amounts of quaaludes. Spring Hill one-man band David J. Patterson has concocted a disconcerting yet captivating sound in the guise of SEBOS, industrial-tinged and menacing but simultaneously organic and endlessly surprising. The programmed drums can become a bit of a drag after a while, and Patterson's vocal shape-shifting is definitely a love-it-or-hate-it proposition. The disc overcomes monotony by wildly mixing styles, however, and standouts like the somewhat danceable "What You Said" and "It's Not My Scene," the twangified "Earn the Fade" and the, um, compellingly odd "Rolling Church of Paranoia" inspire repeated listens. Fans of the Ipecac Records catalog, take note.
Rated 3 out of 5 “planets”