These guys are so far beyond me it’s amazing and things. It’s like they’re poets, except they’ve got guitars. “No more maybes/ Babies got rabies” – I mean, wow.
KC: I’m the best there is, so everyone should come down and see me.
CB: (sarcastically) You’re not biased at all, are you?
KC: Yes, I am. I love women.
Done Sid’s way. Which is to say it’s incredibly badly recorded, the performances are sloppy as hell, and the audience sounds like a buncha drunken yahoos.
The gentlemen whip up several soul-funk concoctions and toss in some gospel-tinge and six-string sludge, but mostly, though, this throbs with sex electronica.