The Priests - Streetwalker
(Garage Pop) www.garagepoprecords.com 

The Priests - whose previously pious name has certainly taken on a sudden and unexpected sinister edge - are hairy caveman motherfuckers with blood in their teeth and the stink of death on their breath. Actually, they're not all that hairy, but the rest if it is true. They're from Rochester, which explains a lot, and they play manic 60's garage punk with a gonzo R&B twist and even a little spy/surf action on the side. "Streetwalker" is the imaginary soundtrack to the movie of their lives, and it's all seedy back alley romance and dirty dogs doing dirty business and drinking for effect, not fun. The ? and the Mysterians keyboards winds it's way straight into your skull like a peppermint drill bit, and Matt Allyn's jungle boy vox makes it sound like the whole affair is just as painful as it is pure rock pleasure. It's obvious that the Priests don't care about much else besides stripping rock and roll down to the bare essentials and dancing around the room with it's bloody bones like a serial killer with soul power. I bet a million dollars that when they take off those shades, their eyes glow red like a wolf. The Priests may not be quite as predatory as their real life namesake, but get them in a room alone, and they probably come pretty close.