The Blind Shake, from Minneapolis, describes itself as “primitive and futuristic: an extraterrestrial backyard surf party.” That’s dead-on. Their sound is garage punk with a dash of dissonant noise and surf, oozing a whole lot of moxie and seductive guitar riffs that slither out of the reverb. “Holy Road” shrieks like Wau Y Los Arrrghs!!!, featuring an infectious psychedelic lick that meanders over the stilted vocals. The instrumental “A Clock, A Window, A Pyramid” sounds like The Penetrators mutated by the chaotic mindscape of Timmy’s Organism. “Yellow” sweats the attitude and swagger of The Spits and howls like The Anomalys. The nine brief songs left me wanting more, however, The Blind Shake boasts a handful of previous LPs I have yet to crack. Recommended. 

 –Sean Arenas (Slovenly)