Lo-fi punk rock that’s about as primal, raw and fucked up as one can get without degenerating into one big stinking brown puddle. Is it the last fetid burp of the dying rock’n’roll corpse? Yo no se, amigos. What I do know is that this is easily my favorite new release for the month.
–jimmy (Big Neck, PO Box 8144, Reston, VA 20195)