Perfect name for this skeletonal rainy-day-in-the-basement three-piece. Bits of ’50s-’60s teen death strum worked into a skiffley folk of American(a) Gothic.
Members have been in enough bands, big and small, to know how to do it, and they choose to do it dirty. Not ironic dirty, just blowing amps and jumping around.
Clocking in at 73:31, we have Tracks. Here we have Fields, bringin’ 74:36 of noise. Let’s get at this like Courtney finding Kathleen Hanna in bed with Kurt.
Captain Beyond, Lucifer’s Friend, and Uriah Heeps’ most lucid riffs regunked by guys who banged out indie-era Monster Magnet and late period Black Flag.