Imagine later Iggy and the Stooges (meaning longer songs with multiple parts, freak-outs, and proto punk that keeps its guitar licks equal with its sonic loopdey loops), rabid animals in noisy cages with bad locks, and the rusty car bodies and bald-tire desolation of Ann Arbor, Michigan. Then file it next to the Clone Defects and early Catholic Boys. Bits remind me of The Chargers Street Gang, too. I like it best when the pedal’s down and the Beefheart-isms are tossed out the window, but individual tastes may differ. Not bad at all.
–todd (X!, www.x-recordings.com)