Sludgy trash punk, not in the ‘60s sense, but rather like the noisier tracks on the Cramps’ “Psychedelic Jungle.” I also want to say that there’s a hint of the Gun Club in there as well, but I can’t quite commit myself to it. Either way, the whole disc is the soundtrack to a hypnotic, E-ticket voodoo trip through some seriously twisted psyches fueled by bad booze, bad drugs and bad dispositions. The songs are simply structured and really long (the title track alone lasts 13 minutes), yet they rarely get boring and the energy is kept up throughout. Recommended.
–jimmy (Cack-O-Phone, PO Box 5997, Cleveland, OH 44101)