The indulgent repetition owes to ’70s blues metal and prog. Ironic genres are presented as higher art, but are in reality embraced by couch-surfing stoners.
They’re not copyists like lotsa other Japanese bands, so they come out smellin’ nasty like a packed club and they’re tight enough to pull off rockin’ frenzy.
When Greg Shaw says there was no scene or outlet for this garage stuff, he’s most likely right, so we oughtta thank him for comin’ up with the Voxx thing.
The songs (essentially the same for both sets on these two discs) don’t exactly sound all that great. In fact, you’d probably conclude that “they sucked live.”
The Zeros were mere high school kids when they crashed the early Hollywood underground scene, playing alongside bands like the Germs, X, the Dils, and Weirdos.