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| | * Dusted Reviews - Bastro * |
 | | His was an angry-sounding, art-thrash trio that sits historically out of place between the bright, open chorded "Hüsker Pübe" college rock of his teenage combo, Squirrel Bait, and the deft, hyper-mature avant-folk styles he laid down in Gastr del Sol, and there's little to compare to either in Bastro's recorded output. |
 | | In the next two years, Grubbs returned home to Louisville, Kentucky and grew Bastro into a full-time concern, adding a rhythm section of fellow Squirrel Baiter Clark Johnson and Oberlin percussion protégé John McEntire. |
 | | And if his previous record aped Big Black, 1989's full-length Diablo Guapo fell in line with Steve Albini's macho endeavors with Rapeman, inasmuch as he was sowing his oats, and hired a wildcat bassist and deft drummer to bolster his torrents of guitar slashery. |
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