Low crass rotten youths eat into the underbellies of the fine city, and in every putrid corners we had some racket of subversion ready to spread dissent. In the name of good fun, Anesthesia is the obscure punk experiment that made some quiet noise in a small part of early '90s. Maybe all was forgotten save for the few nuclear ghosts left behind in the shadows of Singapore rock n'roll. Not many people take some bunch of young punks singing about AIDS seriously, particularly in Singapore that's it. But they were given a brief lease of life with their debut album put out by who else but Patrick Chng of Tim/Oddfellows fame.

They were ready to convince you about the ills of this society, with what could be seen as an idiot savant measure to talk sartire. Maybe it is because of this simple beauty in amateurism that this punk CD could be enjoyed. This is not good enough to start an anarchy, which is really not their intention with this release. They went the anti-fashion punk pathetique making silly references to everything from trying to sound smutty on the alphabet songs “My A2Z”, preaching safe sex on “Aids” and discussing street brutality with “I Shot The Sergeant”, all with their funny accentuation or bad pronunciation. They traversed the lofi puke punk sounds of Subhumans and sometimes even Red Hot Chilli Peppers funk but not to the same effects like Stompin' Ground or ESP though.

This release has not much redeeming values for the average non-punk listener, and it is also not the best in its genre in our local arena. However, the band can be appreciated as an obscure piece of Singaporean music antiquity to be checked out due to the rarity of this CD. But even coming from a person with non-punk background like me, one can get an important rare insight into the clandestine underground of Singapore, rearing its true raw self; sincere, rebellious and ugly.