Credit
where it's due.
It was
Homesick Aldo who turned me onto these guys and I think I may be
eternally grateful to him for doing so.
They're a
glorious mish mash of The Cramps, 80's goth and lo-fi garage punk.
When
listening to the free Ghost Train ep it sounds like it's a cassette
that I've dug up out of a box that lurked at the back of my wardrobe.
A box
that was skulking under an old pair of pointy toed Chelsea boots and
an old issue of 'Rolling Bones'.
They are
going to have to reopen the Batcave Club so this band can shake the
cobwebs loose.
Closing
track Chicken Voodoo Blues sounds like a 60s Spector produced girl
group, but only after they have indulged in a night of drinking
tequila laced with acid.
It's a
shrieking come down that's exhilarating in its madness
birch (i like it) in a louie style
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