Two dudes named “Kitchen” and “Dub” have committed to cassette an album’s worth of bluesy “improvisations,” recorded live and heavy on psych undertones. My dad used to watch Austin City Limits back in the day; he probably would have dug this all right, or at least found some admirable qualities. To me, Garage Tape sounds self-indulgent, meandering, and just staggeringly wanky. I’m assuming there are plenty of listeners for this type of shit, but I think they’re scattered few and far between when it comes to the pages of Razorcake.
–keith (Stone Machine Electric))