Tense, wound-up, rocked-up gunk to draw in anyone with the a taste for the Who/Yardbirds ’60s Mod nerve through the MC5/Stooges/Simply Saucer/Devo ’70s.
One hot minute, it’s incantantory punk and Kate Pierson (or Cindy Wilson) the next, it’s string-mopped U.K. hee-hey with a sickly-sweet Pixie-sticky bassline.