ROCKET 455: Cross-Eyed: 7″

Rocket 455 raucously roar with robust bowery garagerock trashiness which sent me into a spastic state of all‑out foot‑stompin’ insanity. The duo of deviant ditties contained on this skull‑pummelling platter of psychotic sounds fiercely rage with murderous musical madness like there just ain’t no tomorrow. It knocked me upside the head with such full‑force seething intensity, I’m now permanently brain‑damaged, cross‑eyed, and imbecilically slobberin’ all over myself… wheeeee, what fun!

 –guest (Get Hip)