Reminds me of Supercharger, barely more hi-fi, meaning it doesn’t quite sound like a boombox recording in a kitchen: fuzzy, muffy, sweaty, dirty white folks with soul blues. Before I actually heard the Jon Spencer Blues Explosion, this is what I was hoping for: gristle bass, cigarette burns on the linoleum, grease splattering through the vocals, sizzle on the guitars, dirt in the drums. So immediate, I feel like I’m choking on the exhaust of their tour van with a bad catalytic converter as it idles outside. They’d fit in perfectly on a bill with The Original Three or The River City Tanlines.
–todd (Boom Chick)