Playing like the house band for a gallows humor carnival, The Venetia Fair’s new album, Every Sick, Disgusting Thought We’ve Got In Our Brain is a 49 minute roller coaster ride that starts off with “Too Late To Dream,” – its orchestral drums and somewhat Mariachi-style trumpet segueing into absolute mayhem. Which is not to say the band is not tuneful; every one of the 13 songs on this record is catchy and infectious, but in such a way that is also pummeling and schizophrenic. Singer Benny Santoro bristles with energy throughout, as if he’s on the verge of shaking himself apart mid-song. Joe Occhiuti’s pianos are dominant in the mix early on, sometimes accented by trumpet blasts (“The Day I Set Them Free”), sometimes doubling Santoro’s vocal lines (“Bleeding A Stone”), sometimes merely adding more low end rumble when the song calls for it (“Pride Alone Won’t Put This Fire Out”). The breathless pace of the record seems to wear even the band down in the middle, as “The Sky Came Down” and “(III) Go On, Paint Me A Picture” allow you to finally inhale some fresh air. Then it’s back to the twists and turns as “(IV) The Saints of Gomorrah” blasts with punk fury, “Puking Platitudes” raises goose bumps with its B-grade slasher movie feel, and “(VI) I Could End My Search Tonight” ends the ride with a discordant opening guitar riff blossoming into a ¾ power pop waltz. The Venetia Fair have crafted an intense album, and one that is sure to be an underdog entry when the end of the year lists start to be set in stone. Do not sleep on this record.