Take Sonic Death, or any of the ’80s NYC no wave bands, and thin it out. Then add hash oil-soaked vocals and drop acid during production. I really dig this one.
The market may already be inundated with ’60s psych meets ’90s alternative, but if there is another space, the Flying Saucers could fill it quite nicely.
Every song is ludicrously catchy, laden with instantly memorable hooks and choruses, drenched with melody that rivals McCartney’s when he was still good.