Sex Pistols, Dead Boys, and The Damned covered’m: Their groove landed in The Avengers lap, the Flesheaters hands, then, with their true heirs, Black Flag.
Live warts ‘n’ all at thee NYC institution, CBGBs (RIP), garagists The Mooney Suzuki ride ’60s into ’70s rootage like their NYC forebearers The Fuzztones did.
A snapshot of a band as well as an era as it was heaved up out of the reconstruction of the bohemian/art-attack via power chord beatdown after the hippie thing.
Not the concept album of Bluefinger, this album sports at least a leitmotif: Demigods. Features strong, memorable choruses you can picture in movie trailers.
This isn’t my kinda “quirky indie rock,” but I respect Silverthree and Lobster and producer J. Robbins, and I’ll trust they understand why this band is worthy.