This stuff is no-frills, low tech and high energy, played by sons of Iggy who grew up thinkin’ Raw Power would sound better if it was played really fast.
It’s the Cramps’ “I Was A Teenage Werewolf” grappling at least thematically with the New York Dolls in the big scream drive-in theatre of Roky Erickson’s mind.
Birmingham, Alabama’s retro/modern garage-rock band conjures lush lo-fi grooves, invokes Stones-like melodies, and fills in the cracks with ambient putty.
The PeeChees take the Drags’ “Well Worth Talkin’ About,” infect it with Germs, and bawl through the initial rushblush of infection with bratty delirium.