This is garage schlock the way it was meant to be done. Snarling, demented, slightly perverted, trash rock ‘n’ roll. I’m glad I’ve gotten a chance to hear them.
Memories of a more Gothic Black Sabbath, with statuesque, not comic book, morbidity. Battery have heart, but the album lacks the twists to keep it interesting.
Eight bands on the Flipside label are recorded live at the company desert party. The bands who held my attention were Babyland, Kryptonite Nixon, Paper Tulips.
I don’t love Whale so much as lust after them. The frontwoman of the threesome has an almost David Byrne-like charisma and a voluptuous lemon juice squeal.