I finally saw a clean (and –gasp-color) photo of Black Time. Am I mad they look presentable, two nice punk lads and a striped-shirt lady, enjoying a summer day, even smiling? Yes. I know you three are on your way to see Godard’s Vivre sa Vie in a shitty old movie theater and will walk out afterwards doing the dance by Anna Karina from the café jukebox scene. But just scowl or look sick once in a while, or my tough rock image of you is all gone. This single is actually a little by the dirty garage punk numbers for me, compared to their other 45s. But still recommended. Karina would dance to it at the house party.
–mike (Bancroft Records, smashintransistors.homestead.com)