This economically priced collection of Big Dipper’s indie works give us even more proof of the wealth of left field music made between punk and Nirvana. Born from the ashes of Volcano Suns and The Embarrassment, Big Dipper crafted albums steeped in the slashing guitars and hoarse panic of a garage punk that they knocked off balance with surprising rhythms and slyly surreal lyrics that should have deflated the guts in their pop. It was Dipper’s special talent to realize a well-edited clash of opposites actually enhanced the power of both the sophistication and crudeness.
In a 2008 alternative world where calculated cool is often confused with intelligence, Supercluster proves we can have both the primal and the smarts.
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