Thirty-plus songs pounded out in fifteen minutes kick the shit outta Anal Cunt’s silliness, but fall short of the mindless brilliance of early Gang Green.
Something’s gotta be said for a record that kicks off with a ditty entitled “Comin’ Home (Smoking Pot On a Sunday Afternoon While UFO’s Drone Overhead).”
I guess the stealing from the source-recordings and bein’ ugly lends authenticity, tho’ authenticity’s a loada shit, ‘specially when the Stones are invoked.
Pealing screams, extendo wah wah run-thrus, drum breakdowns, shameless forays into psychedelia, “Alllllrightssss!” like Jon Spencer, and nonsensical lyrics.
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.