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.