Yesterday, I lost an hour. Oh, I'm not talking about this Daylight Savings Time business. No, I'm talking about the time I spent listening to Deep Lust's barely listenable self-titled debut. Instead of attempting to endure three semi-competent musicians pounding out poorly written songs on out-of-tune instruments, I could have done something more productive and enjoyable with my time, like, say... staple my hand to my ass.

Deep Lust delivers dumb, pummeling Stooges-style rawk with about as much class and style as a 400-pound redneck on "The Ricki Lake Show." In and of itself, that's perfectly fine-- I mean, it can be fun to hear aggressive, overconfident musicians pound out power chord after power chord. But what Deep Lust lacks is the confidence and vigor that makes this kind of music work. While former Bratmobile vocalist Allison Wolfe does her best to keep the energy level high with her tuneless shrieks and moans, drummer Steve Dore and rhyming guitarist Tommy Orr play with just the right balance of listless incompetence and incompetent listlessness to make Deep Lust as tedious as this kind of music can possibly be.

Not surprisingly, most of the songs on Deep Lust sound exactly the same. Generally, a song will open with a few seconds of intolerable feedback or hiss, followed by a simple guitar riff, a frantic drumbeat, and Wolfe screaming something about "fuck." On "Destined to Fang," a moment of grating feedback is shattered by a disorienting blast of fuzzy guitar and drums just before Wolfe comes in with a rousing, "Fuck you! Yeah you! Fuck fuck! Yeah yeah!" By the time the song reaches its 30-second mark, it has disintegrated into a completely incoherent blob of noise.

Only a select few of the album's songs stray from this formula-- they begin with a few seconds of inane studio chatter instead of jarring feedback. The last track, though, "We Love Our Customers," really goes out on a limb-- it ends with Orr insipidly blabbing about how he sold a leather jacket and a switchblade for his first guitar. Too bad; it seems like he'd have been better off trying his hand at becoming the Fonz.

When all is said and done, there's no reason at all to spend your money on Deep Lust. Shit, I got it for free, and I feel dirty just for touching it. The only conceivable plus to Deep Lust is that it clocks in at a merciful 22 minutes. Make no mistake, though-- 22 minutes can easily seem like an eternity.

-Matt LeMay