Wrongheaded but righthearted politics aside, with their space excursions, gritty proto-punk aesthetics, and loud guitars, the Pink Fairies flat out rocked.
The songs to which stony-faced New Wavers stood rhythmically cemented in place, jerking arms and shoulders like malfunctioning mannequins with attitude.
These Pittsburgh garage shockers do noisy drowning man imitations to make even grumpy old Billy Childish crack a smirk cuz he knows he stole it all, too.
This is the strummy, sunny, swaying head harmony stuff that’s so impressive at free, bandshell concerts… but a little droopier when you get it home on CD.
Soundtrack to a movie about what it takes for bands to “make it” in the L.A. music scene, so it’s not surprising that this CD is good, diverse, and listenable.
Five bands, three songs apiece, total running time 40 minutes, all recorded at The Blasting Room in CO with full-lengths either out or on the way from O&O.