Possibly
the best record label on this godforsaken planet have kindly issued this
low budget comp to bring us all up to date with what the fuck ishappening
in the twisted worlds that label head Reverend Beat Man seems to
dredge into his slipstream like a colossal whirlpool. So eddying around
the vestiges of their vanity and our sanity we have all sortsa stomping
garage goodness of the most scabrous, sensational and scurrilous kind. Wau
y Los Arrgs! could walk a tightrope in a torrential rainstorm, surf in
crocodile infested waters at the height of monsoon season, and still not
burn the barby. Just as well, cos Texan John Schooley sure likes
his steaks pretty rare to keep his strength up to twist out a lascivious
turn on 'Honest I Do' and 'Chicago Breakdown' in hisone man band style...Thee
Butchers Orchestra, from Brazil, leave their foot prints burnt in the
stages where they play. Until we can see them in the flesh to see if this
is actually true, us poor sinners can crank up their two tracks here, just
don't play it when Jagger and Iggy are in a room together unless you wanna
film the result for sale. The Guilty Hearts' cactus chewin'
cow-tanning quicksand grime is allcosmic hyper space-street blues, The Dead Brothers lo-fi
flamenco is a real after hours treat, as is this whole release. Garage the
way it's always been, all those years underground, strange how the true
grit shit stays that way, eh? The between track DJ voiceovers may grate on
you depending on your mood but at least it gives the whole thing a bit
more uniqueness than a straight ahead comp. And, Voodoo Rhythm, if
anything, is unique. And needed. ________________________________________________________
Possibly
the best record label on this godforsaken planet have kindly issued this
low budget comp to bring us all up to date with what the fuck ishappening
in the twisted worlds that label head Reverend Beat Man seems to
dredge into his slipstream like a colossal whirlpool. So eddying around
the vestiges of their vanity and our sanity we have all sortsa stomping
garage goodness of the most scabrous, sensational and scurrilous kind. Wau
y Los Arrgs! could walk a tightrope in a torrential rainstorm, surf in
crocodile infested waters at the height of monsoon season, and still not
burn the barby. Just as well, cos Texan John Schooley sure likes
his steaks pretty rare to keep his strength up to twist out a lascivious
turn on 'Honest I Do' and 'Chicago Breakdown' in hisone man band style...Thee
Butchers Orchestra, from Brazil, leave their foot prints burnt in the
stages where they play. Until we can see them in the flesh to see if this
is actually true, us poor sinners can crank up their two tracks here, just
don't play it when Jagger and Iggy are in a room together unless you wanna
film the result for sale. The Guilty Hearts' cactus chewin'
cow-tanning quicksand grime is allcosmic hyper space-street blues, The Dead Brothers lo-fi
flamenco is a real after hours treat, as is this whole release. Garage the
way it's always been, all those years underground, strange how the true
grit shit stays that way, eh? The between track DJ voiceovers may grate on
you depending on your mood but at least it gives the whole thing a bit
more uniqueness than a straight ahead comp. And, Voodoo Rhythm, if
anything, is unique. And needed.