The first thing that catches your eye about this disc is the garish cover featuring three hairy and flabby men in their tighty whities locked in epic combat with a crocodile. An abstract and vaguely eerie forest looms behind them. Trippy shit. The A side is some catchy garage rock fun, but does get a bit repetitive. I was much more into the B side, which had a haunted, almost Gun Club quality to it. The band’s Myspace page says that this is out of print. –Evan Katz
–guest (Rob’s House)