I was just in Prague and I noticed that most of the statues there were of people with huge clubs whacking something down by their feet, be it a dragon or another human being. Over time, little’s changed. The Catburglers do the same. Club and hack and pound at the listener. Nothing fancy, just brute power, and there’s something nice, simple, and primal about that. No frills—even to the point of denaturing a Zero Boys cover—and all operating within their swinging capacity: whack, whack, whack, done. Reminiscent of early Smut Peddlers, without John’s distinctive voice. Comes with an extensive booklet.
–todd (Cowabunga)