Meaty lo-fi punk. Screeching, scratchy vocals; thick and onerous rhythmic bass lines; lots of heavy guitar distortion and crashing percussion punctuate Side A.
The slickest, and possibly the trashiest, film ever made. We got the hair, the voice, the hip-shaking eathquake competitions between Elvis and Ann-Margret.
Jewel, All Too Much, Elastica, and Spacehog all pretty much fall short, although Graeme Revell’s “Bells, Books and Candles” has an incense-filled aura.