Bit of a different sound for these guys. By my presently-don’t-have-their-other-releases-immediately-handy recollection, they’ve more or less ruled the roost of the psychotic wing of the garage/trash end of things. There is a smidge of that here, but for the lion’s share of the tuneage, it appears they’re making a move to spike their spurs into the psychobilly side of the pool as well. They do so handily, with Beatman’s vocals still evincing that crazed, overtoned rumble that would make your average Tuvan throat singer envious, and the rest of his cohorts a-slappin and a-boppin’ away.
–jimmy (Voodoo Rhythm)