Wrongheaded but righthearted politics aside, with their space excursions, gritty proto-punk aesthetics, and loud guitars, the Pink Fairies flat out rocked.
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’n’sweet and then move on 1-2-3-4 to the next one in a buzzsaw guitar blur runnin’ thru the veins of Zeke/Electric Frankenstein/Migraines etc etc.
Too familiar in that déjà vu sense to be new, but too world-weary to be from this seminal Boston Hardcore icons’ early ’80s heyday. But this is pretty great!
An album that sounds like Jad Fair covering the Carpenters set to disco thump and roller rink strings. Yet another example of why music sucks right now.