As their name would suggest, AKE are a buncha tweaked motherfuckers. The name would not also suggest that they are from somewhere in Wisconsin, but they are, which only adds to the tweaked-ness. In fact, I almost just chucked this one, because their logo is a chick with a fish head, and their name is awful, and the record is called “Trunk Lunker”, and if I wanted experiments, I’d have bought a shoe box full of mice and a scalpel. But hey, they have an Alice Cooper cover, so I gave ‘em a spin, and luckily, their ‘experimentation’ is more asshole-endurance stuff than art. Like, “how ‘bout if I sing this one like Jim Morrison as a tin robot (“Squirmling”) or “What if we play “Is It My Body” like spazzy fuckin’ lunatics (Alice would dig this one, guaranteed), or “Why don’t you stab me in the balls while I scream for a minute and a half (“The Thing on the Doorstep”*). Under all the heaping helpings of ginchy weirdness is a fierce and possibly dangerous garage punk band in the battered vein of early Pussy Galore and those other cellar dwelling Wisconsin freaks, Sagger. Everyone around you will hate you while you listen to this (I have empirical evidence) but if yr in the mood for some NASTY rock n’ roll noise, then Trunk Lunker (ugh) is a good place to find some.