Eight-foot waves of guitar strings crash onto a beach of spontaneous drumbeats. Somewhere underwater is a guy singing like the vocalist for The Damned.
Liberal splashes of china white on art metal walls bleeding south into the singed edges of amber waves over fuzzy fields hiding silos and secret laboratories.
Deciding to “get serious” and move from their place of consummation to a ramshackle industrial town, the couple become Homer and Marge Simpson on a bad day.
SST used to be one of the few labels to put out this kind of adventuresome art-punk-jazz-rock music, and Kiss Me Twice I’m Schizo lives up to the old standard.