Psyched-out, freakout scuzz punk from Orlando. Lo-fi production comes replete with herky-jerky rock and roll rhythms, caveman drumming, alternating male and female vocals slathered in reverb, and some séance-inducing organs, with some other intermittent, caterwauling keyboard noise. Perfect for your next garage rock dance party and fits right in with labelmates like the Jacuzzi Boys on Floridas Dying.
–Jeff Proctor (Floridas Dying)