They end up soundin’ like pre-sellout Corrosion of Conformity, only smarter cuz they bought one of those vocal distortion things like the Butthole Surfers.
“Telephone” is a good four minutes of poppy, punky new wavy whateveryawannacallit, as if John Lydon heard the Go-Gos and decided PiL wasn’t infantile enough.
Blacktop’s Mick Collins set up the mics and recorded the Dirtys as they ran through fifteen examples of ultra-crazed, yell yerself hoarse garage thrash.