Get Hip Records take bands with the ’60s punk/garage/folk-rock/psychedelic thing in various states of “authenticity” and put out their goddamn records.
Part ’70s hard rock with wet production and layered choruses and stoner riffery, part punkified glam with way more wild-eyed bottle throwing than I remember.
Eleven tracks of patented Get Hip swagger-rock, big rock recorded on a little budget, just like New York Dolls and all the bands who’ve come in their wake.
The Klaws aren’t borin’ and rockabilly bands usually don’t write songs about panty sniffin’ and surf bands don’t really write songs with lyrics. Dig my six!
I can appreciate the fact that the band almost broke up while making this record, since they doubtlessly spent too much time together recording the damn thing.
These Chesterfield Kings soundalike freakazoid’s’ll make ya forget that there’re few too many bands who can really play frenzied R&B-styled rock’n’roll.
These Pittsburgh garage shockers do noisy drowning man imitations to make even grumpy old Billy Childish crack a smirk cuz he knows he stole it all, too.
Ebbot Lundberg of Soundtrack of Our Lives flew in and recorded ’60s psychedelic revivalists The Loons, then went back to Sweden and added instrumental overdubs.
Short and sweaty by these Spanish psychopaths who’ve got about quarto momento to kill you with their New Bomb Turks on meth antithesis of ass draggin’.