This is garage schlock the way it was meant to be done. Snarling, demented, slightly perverted, trash rock ‘n’ roll. I’m glad I’ve gotten a chance to hear them.
A terrifyingly powerful record, produced huger than anything in Kreator’s back catalog. The cover art isn’t like days of old, but it’s Kreator, so it’s great.
Memories of a more Gothic Black Sabbath, with statuesque, not comic book, morbidity. Battery have heart, but the album lacks the twists to keep it interesting.
13 Kiddie Favorites may not sell the units that the stadium punk bands do, but the songs sink in. They strike something deeper than pretty songs on the radio.
Jonny Polonsky has an odd sensibility to his goof indie music. With the blessings of Frank Black, he’s gonna be on every college radio station in a few weeks.