It took this long for a band to call themselves the Milky Ways? You’d figure some gang of young paisley punks woulda snatched that one up ten minutes after the Milky Way was discovered. So, these guys win big on the name. The line-up ain’t too shabby either, consisting of various members of Montreal garage stompers Sexareenos, Del-Gators, and Space Shits. So what does that leave us with? A whole mess o’ psychedelic wonderama with loose-limbed trash guitars and wiggly keyboard that sound like a dizzy mouse trying to crawl away after getting mauled by the local alley cat. The songs refuse to congeal into one solid mass, so you can pretty much make up the beginnings and endings yourself – it’s like 31 flavors of ice cream all melting into one sweet, gooey puddle. I’m pretty sure the 60’s-fried “Wanna Be With You” was my favorite, but I’m afraid it’ll mutate into something else entirely on second pass. You guessed it, baby – the Milky Ways are out there. __________________________________________________

-Sleazegrinder