If the Mummies clacked late seventies punk square in the jaw, instead of going back into the vaults of the ‘50s and ‘60s, that’d be the starting block for The Minds. Organ used sorta like a bat is prominent in the mix. Synchronized screaming interludes. All instruments wielded like weapons, but instead of committing some felony offence, these Portland, Oregonians slice, dice, and tumor up some nicely wrecked garage punk. The Minds fit perfectly right next to Smogtown, The Epoxies, and folks who like the new wave but aren’t slaves to its charms and still know how to rock the fuck out. Recommended.
–todd (Alien Snatch)