If you’re on the hunt for conclusive evidence of society’s collapse, you need look no further than the Tee Pees. These eastside trashmongers return with another EP’s worth of sleaze and ‘60s skronk to soil your soul and defile your eardrums. The cleaner production this time ‘round adds a bit more punch, and “punk,” perennial screeching organ notwithstanding, to tunes about amorous robots, preferential sororius pecking orders in reference to potential mating opportunities, and the titular subject matter, most of which are all but guaranteed to piss off someone within earshot. Limited to three hundred copies, with the first hundred on “white man’s blood red vinyl,” so you’d best get to hunting before, to paraphrase some dead hippie, “the whole shithouse goes up in flames.”
–jimmy (Manglor, manglorrecords.com)