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WAU Y ARRGHHS!!!
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Apparently
recorded on the spot, having gone to the studio with a scant supply of
songs but enough drugs to placate the entire Basque separatist movement,
it sounds like the singers made such a crater in the Colombian cartel
system that he’s gonna chomp his way out the speakers. A perverted pissed
uncle at a Greek wedding...? Mark (whose ‘Girl, You Captivate Me’ they
cover under the ludicrously romantically title of ‘Girl Coge Mi Cosa’)
rattling around Roky Ericksons head, Roky screeching trying to haul him
outta there. Fantastically frazzled in finest garage punk style, proving
it ain’t called that for nothing. None of the mod-fakery and foppy finery
here you see too often nowadays, this is as depraved and demented as the
most rancid and rotten psychobilly band could ever hope to be. Rough,
ready and rawrampridin’ I bet they shake shacks live. |
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-Stu Gibson |
Even if
you don’t speak Spanish this wrecked corsair crew of Valencian vagabond
garage lunatics get their point across nice n’ sweet by their very name
alone. And by also having a song called ‘Demolicion’ herald their
headlong headfirst far over Cuban heeled way into your cave stomping like
Ollie Reed in a dry county they surf up to your shore like Sam The Sham
having commandeered a platoon of Pattons’ finest insanely spannered on
super sweet port and skin-stretching over-proof spirits washed up on the
shore from an old wreck broken on rocks after being lured by sirens that
on closer inspection from the perverted prowling eye of the chap on the
cover centre turn out to be The Trashmen teetering and tangoing in tutus
that propel tornadoes landward.