San Diego creep show with Giorgio Murderer and Buck Biloxi vibes, so much so that I had to make sure that Mr. Watson Craig III himself didn’t have anything to do with it. Think Devo on oxycontin guzzled down with a few swigs of whiskey. Monotone, lax, robotic vocals, space keyboard synth with fuzz-crude guitar licks. Pseudo steampunk cover art aside, this one is a banger. –Camylle (It’s Trash!)