The soundtrack to yer soul’s inner torment, courtesy of Estrus: Moody fuzzy scuzzbagged feedbacked rock, like a dirty needle wrapped up in a brand new box.
The Satans were a high school surf band out of Oregon in the early ’60s with a sense of what made surf new and different, and, for the time, even dangerous.
This compilation is dangerous. The label’s heavy hitters explain it all in simple terms: Here’s what we like to drink, and this is how we like to drink it.