If Guns N’ Roses were reborn as midgets who liked The Donna’s, had half of Vince Neil’s brains, and thought rockin’ out would be cool, they’d be like this.
Sweet, stinging, garage ’70s clang and buzz bites off whatever it needs from rock and the roll (Jesus and Mary Chain, Plexi and Earth18, Vaseline, Motocaster).
Art punk metal drawing on Touch & Go/AmRep ’80s blithering, grunting rocking units like Butthole Surfers (pre-suck), Killdozer, Helmet, Unsane, and Janitor Joe.
Recorded in clean and natural sound, there’s no reason the next time you win the lottery you shouldn’t fund these guys, Acid Ape, Volume, and Dead Meadow.