Warehouse find of this completely off-the-radar anthology from 2000 that compiled a buncha scorch laid down by this pre-Harry Pussy group formed by guitarists Bill Orcutt and Mark Feehan. Trash Monkeys’ sound comes out of hardcore but takes in a buncha disparate influences. It’s not hard to imagine them sharing a bill with Sun City Girls back in the day, with the kind of scabrous fourth-world punk of the early SCG sound combined with goofy vocal stylings ala Alan Bishop but the combination of wise-ass songwriterly smarts, amphetamine rock breakdowns and occasional acoustic mindbenders lines em alongside a buncha weirdos that range from the kinda zonked Portland punk that came under the influence of Smegma, Cleveland doofs like Pagans, even the kinda under-the-counter-culture post-Meltzer/Teenage Wasteland Angry Samoans. It’s particularly fascinating to hear Orcutt and Feehan power-wrestling their guitars into the kind of protean forms that would eventually give birth to the ultra-complex white heat sound of primo Harry Pussy. A fascinating document of the earliest experiments of two of the greatest six string thinkers of the modern age. Recommended.