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"Stroll - v. walk in a leisurely way. n. short leisurely walk (probably from German strolch, vagabond). So sayeth my ragged dictionary. Not on your merry little lives in this case, peoples. The Strollers, as a matter of, race out the gate bucking & spitting steaming great jagged jets of exultant, jubilant garagey psych like they're so wired & drunk on the glories of R'n'R that they just can't contain it anymore... when it's the time to stick to the spirits... & they're toastin' the spirits of The Seeds, (& not just cos of the keyboards, but cos they seem to be naturally suffused with the effortless haunted grandeur of them), The Animals, maybe even The Doors in their promisingly unpretentious Break on Through stage... & marrying it with the hydrogen horsepower of 70's punk. & by golly it's a blissfully happy little union spawning such delightful offspring as Little Cheater, the sulky tantrum of Get Lost Child's "I'm not playing with you anymore & you're not coming to my birthday party", & the lost in the fairground waltz of I Saw It Coming's autumnal swirl. You can only wish them a long & illustrious, fruitful life together. It reminds me a lot of The Witchdoktors, (who I know next to nowt about 'cept they're highly recommended by lil old wine drinker moi, so if anyone's got any info...).My only, & only initially at that, is that at first they seem to be constructed with far too much attention to period detail, like Thee Hypnotics or a more hirsute Birdland, but when it all comes down to dust they really kick it up (& hey, fucker, Birdland were damn good too). And it's always good to see a band with good footwear, like The Makers (Oh & I almost forgot. The Strollers share an effective liking for single string buzzsaw geetar action). Shoes are important. Just ask Tom Waits. Or me. Where was I? Oh aye, check out the manic lustful angst of Let me Come On I, the full on freak out fuzz of Tell Me Tell Me where they blow up a right old whirlwind & She'll Be Mine which possesses all the exuberant zing & zest as if you actually were Heading For The Texas Border, heart bursting out your skin, eyes grand canyon wide...& just listen to the cat SING I Saw It Coming. Naw, The Strollers do a lot more than merely stroll, they burst out like the wee alien in John Hurt's chest... & they might even be hungrier... A veritable nugget, & a fucking large pebble. - Stu Gibson