Full-on attitudinal, low-fi trash, reminiscent of early Makers, Mummies, and Drags, that actually begs the audience to try to come and beat the shit out of them. When Joey Valentine sings, “I’ve been down so long/ your kicks feel like kisses,” I actually believe him. They play like a fully revving, non-smog-passing, clattering GTO in a closed garage: noxious, potentially lethal, and inherently cool. One Man Show Live test the theory that a band with a modicum of talent and eight fists of fuck you can launch out of a garage and burn it down in the process. They emerge victorious. I like this 7” a lot. They make their spite sound genuine and like a lot of fun.
–todd (Call and Response)