Greasy, smudged-out psych garage, Brain Bagz pours it on thick with unapologetic Cramps swagger and wet, nasty sass. “No Taste for Thriller” has a straight-up ridiculous amount of lo-fi fuzz with weirdo sax noise to back it up. It’s delicious, hot trash. Both “Eyes of Night” and “Static Static” have a knuckle-dragging rock’n’roll throb. God might hate Bagz, but the devil fucking loves it. –Camylle Reynolds (Sex Tape, sextaperecords.com)