Weirdo/outsider, art-damaged, garage-punk-noise of the highest order, courtesy of Max Nordile (of Uzi Rash) and Co., the Trashies are a band straight from the Island of Misfit Toys. Here on Space Jam they’ve concocted a joyous, wild, rambunctious symphony of screeching vocals, tribal drumming, psychedelic and soulful guitars, and impish keyboards. The Trashies channel their inspired lunacy from a deep well of like-minded mutants, recalling in particular the Fall, Jay Reatard, Billy Childish, and Butthole Surfers. It’s simultaneously delightfully silly, as well as challenging, puzzling, and rewarding. It all adds up to make an absolutely tremendous album. –Jeff Proctor (Minor Bird)