I’m all for art-damaged weirdness, but you gotta draw the line somewhere. As far as Savant is concerned, it’s recording quality. I’m hearing some great sounding Jesus Lizard-style screech and skronk in there, but it’s overshadowed by the fact that it had to be recorded on that shitty ghetto blaster that sits on the dusty shelf next to the stack of ‘70s Hustler mags in Grandpa’s garage. Blown speaker fuzz can be cool at times. This isn’t one of them.