Dataclast’s distorto-growl is lanced off old black/grind LPs and synthetic fuzz via DHR’s discography. The Earwigs remind me of “industrial noise” before dance music and arena rock got mixed in it.
22 tracks over two discs, the song selection covering the whole of the band’s career. Not a band prone to jamming, so the arrangements are left untouched.
The fourth Wellwater Conspiracy album and I still don’t get it. The only way to succeed at poppy psychedelic rock is to write incredible songs. WWC do not.
All the videos, of course, as well as a whole slew of TV appearances, along with two scrapbooks, and a brief documentary. For Jam geeks, it’s a necessity.
Fast and super-furious uptown action-rock bashing with punk-rock energy, the kinda thing that always sounds great comin’ outta the speakers when you push play.