These wacky Finnskis get better and better every time. More soulful, too. They wear their grimy Stones influences on their sleeves and kick out Raw Power jams.
The greasy fingerprints of Mick Collins’ Deetroit roots are all over this thing. Whole chunksa soul backbeat galore. Ya hear it and ya wanna get up and dance.
A big bucketa soul fried up wit’ garage grease’n’some nice Memphis rootsy-type sensibilities. Pretty cool stuff and not just for a buncha Canadians, either.
“Where’s AmRep when you need ’em?” The harder end of the tug’n’push early indie stuff that has to do with droning, barely-in-tune guitar, and stomping around.
68 minutes of Ted Nugent’s greatest hits live. No overdubs, plenty of Nuge swearing, a shout out to opener (?) Sammy “fucking” Hagar, as the Nuge tags him.