A sustained burst of tonal improv, with the ubiquitous Jim O’Rourke on hand, which pulsate with ionic radio wave-bursts, trumpet bleats and near-ambient drifts.
Blacktop’s Mick Collins set up the mics and recorded the Dirtys as they ran through fifteen examples of ultra-crazed, yell yerself hoarse garage thrash.
With Rob Zamarki’s crooning and bullhorn shouts, and Emily Unverferht’s icy angel-turned-howling-banshee wails, Sweetie confuse as much as they entertain.
McCaughan’s slightly falsetto, river-of-angst vocals communicate suburban teen melancholy through a long, slow, dissonant wash reminiscent of empty classrooms.