Ain’t the best I’ve heard from these Bay Area junk rock lifers, but s’alright, cuz they’re New York Dolls fans with the decency to not try and dress like ’em.
The various jumpin’ backing bands on various tracks turn the whole thing into an incoherent circus based around Blackspoitation hommages’n’Andre’s phrasology.
Fuckin’ right Quickspace should be big stars! You should fucking buy this fucking record and all the others. Then you should take a bath… with yer toaster.
The incomparable Mr. Tim Kerr (o’ the Lord High Fixers) produced these bratty-soundin’ Louisiana R&B punkers. Right there, ya gotta know it’s gonna be good.