A side project for Breeders Kim Deal and Jim MacPherson, The Amps are a charming blend of Deal’s sweet-girl vocals on top of drunken garage band vigor.
The fattest sound in distorted guitars and deep, heartfelt singing that make me feel like a child getting a big hug by St. Nick every time I listen to Fluf.
Sound of Confusion, their ’86 debut, is first-embryonic Detroit-via-Rugby fuzz-drones that light up the firmament with incandescent bursts of beauteous fury.
Not since Four Non Blondes have I been so moved by vocals. Her bubblegum cute whisper turns into a tormented croak, and the haywire vibrato must be heard.