My copy of this record is rainbow sherbet colored (exactly half-magenta, half-orange) and the edge of it has a little piece knocked out of it, like the record is a round chipped tooth, and the cover is a photocopied picture pasted to a blank white sleeve, and it’s on a label called Piss Drink. I was ready to love this. Then I put the record on. The bands don’t do anything technically wrong; they cover the garage spectrum as it is now. I respect Gories worship and soul power and chiming ‘60s pop that connects to folk. It’s just that everything feels like a faithful reproduction. Nothing’s really invented and nothing’s really perfected. They’re all capable. I’d see them live while visiting friends, but my heart and mind and peen aren’t exploding, at least not yet.
–Matt Werts (Piss Drink)