The record opens with a bunch of strange sounds, screeches, and then an ominous organ cuts in, making way for some dirty, bizarre, garage rock that sounds as if it was recorded in a subterranean recording studio. Scratch that… a subterranean recording studio that has been set on fire. The cover art features what appears to be satanic Teletubby—and the liner notes seem to be written by either a very hateful fan or, possibly, a jaded member of the band. This genre usually isn’t even my thing, but I was honestly blown away by this weird slab of plastic.
–Evan Katz (Recorded)