I must be living in an alternate universe. Bands I don’t quite understand as being garage have vaulted to the top of the charts. Real ball busters as varied as The Jewws, The Dirtbombs, The Stupor Stars, The Pinkz, The Bassholes, and anything Tim Kerr’s been involved in in the last fifteen odd years, continue largely unabated, ignored by the national press. One day soon, when the majors’ mine shaft is overpopulated and they all die in their orgy from self-congratulatory asphyxiation, I’m putting a couple of donuts and some Vicodin up as a bet that the Bassholes will continue to sweat, scream, and writhe. These seven songs cover the gamut from Iggy and the Stooges to Joy Division. They retain the cyst and shambles approach to good, old-fashioned, low budget creep rock’n’roll that’s way more in tune with Screamin’ Jay Hawkins than some fussy, pouty dude in too-tight pants worrying about how fat his wallet is getting. Thumbs up.
–todd (Dead Canary)