Described to me as the Milli Vanilli of Tucson punk (due to the fact that much of what they’re playing is pre-recorded so they can jump around more), these two precious tracks were originally released in the (correctly maligned) cassingle format years back. The Sneaky Pinks are the Einsteins of garage-stupid, but holy fuck if I’m not humming these songs days later when I’m squeezing bread in the supermarket, making sure it’s fresh, muttering the dumbest shit to the checker and bobbing my head along to the song inside my skull. Well worth the international postage.
–todd (Bachelor)