Another rambunctious release from these racket-mongers. Things are still rooted firmly in the garage, but as with their prior release, they take an ugly turn quickly with the brief blasts of pure noise interspersed throughout the opener, “Dogcatcher.” They don’t let up, either. The rest of the ride sounds like the soundtrack to one fucker of a bum trip, with things sludgin’ and skronkin’ along, at times veering so far off into the darker regions of hell’s psychedelic swamplands that they start sounding like the band’s hiding a secret love for early Swans. Rough traveling, but worth the fare.
–jimmy (In The Red)